Cue the William Tell Overture

So school started the week before Labor Day and my feet have barely touched the ground since.  There were stacks of forms to fill out, open houses and orientations, the resumption of various sports and activities.  I have no idea how single parents do it.

The Governor Curtis at the terminal

Just this past week we had seven - SEVEN - soccer games on the schedule.  The seventh game was on Saturday, when the middle school co-ed teams played on Vinalhaven.

Anything to do with an island is an all-day event, so a bunch of families made an outing of it:  the players and a fair number of parents, siblings, bikes, picnic lunches and pet dogs descended on the Governor Curtis for the 10.30 run.

(I would just like to apologize to the other passengers and the ferry crew for the decibel level generated by fifty excited 11- and 12-year-olds.)

(I would also like to complain to MDOT that it costs as much to ticket a bike as it does an adult.  WTF?)

Carver's Harbor

There is no better place in the world than a Maine island on a perfect fall day.

The games were a blast - pretty rough and tumble.  My dainty, polite, ladylike daughter played very dainty, polite, ladylike soccer until she got jostled one too many times, and then she turned into a rabid bulldozer.  It was mildly alarming.

The camaraderie was excellent, the weather was incomparable, and there are not one but two places to buy penny candy in Carver's Harbor.

(I would especially like to apologize to the passengers and crew on the return ferry trip for decibel level generated by fifty sugar-fueled 11- and 12-year-olds on a post-game high.)

(And for that 1 1/2-hour game of hide and seek.)

(We tried to wear them out before we boarded.  Really.)