Boston Trip: Sunday Leisure Activities and Kimball Farm

Joe and Margaret were such good sports. They got off an airplane on Saturday and immediately launched into a full day's worth of site seeing, reminiscing and fancy dining without so much as a moment's rest. Good thing there is such a thing as Sunday - the day of rest. Well, at least sort of, for part of the day.

We arose Sunday morning and went to Mass at John and Sue's parish.  Afterward we stopped off and picked up... tah, dah... drum roll... Dunkin' Donuts! A blast from the past!

Don't these look good?

Frank and I chilled at John and Sue's with and Joe and Margaret – eating and touring their lovely property and vegetable garden area. The afternoon was filled with heated political discussions. So I am told. I took a much needed two hour nap! My sleeping patterns had been erratic. I had not yet adjusted to the three hour time zone difference. (I am secretly glad I missed the political discussions.)

When I took this photo it reminded of a park ranger giving an in-depth nature discussion tour.

We played Qwirkle  (I won, nana-nana-nanah) – and just talked in general. We did the kind of stuff your kids would be bored senseless if you did while they were present.

Match colors of different shapes or shapes of different colors on a crossword or Scrabble type format.
If you get six in a row, yell Qwirkle and get extra points.
This is a fun game and the tiles are tactilely pleasant to hold, too.

Later that night we met up again with Norma and Stan at Kimball Farm, a local entertainment and eatery, ice creamery, and general overall fun entertainment place.

It was Sunday night and the place was a really hoppin'! Kimball Farm is truly a spot for good clean family fun.

We enjoyed an informal outdoor dinner on the picnic tables with those classic red gingham oilcloth checkered table cloths that just scream country farm fun. The food was plentiful and good! The ice cream portions afterward were huge!

I, Sue, Margaret, and Joe pause eating to smile for the camera.

John, Stan, Norma and Frank stop chewing long enough for a photo.

John, Frank, and Joe ployed their skills at the batting cages. John, a former Little League baseball coach, was the highest scorer by far.

Frank is poised to drive that next ball hard and far! 

Frank and I challenged each other at the bumper boats. 

It is getting to be dusk but Frank and I had to go at it! We clobbered each other good, several times!

Both guys and gals posed for cheesecake type photos.

The guys insisted that the AT YOUR OWN RISK SIGN be in the gals photo
as an editorial statement of some sort. 

Frank, John, Stan, and Joe posed in a partial profile organized by height.
You cannot really expect an artsy grouping from four MIT nerds, now can you?

We returned to John and Sue's eager to relax and continue visiting the remainder of the evening. Best intentions aside, eyes drooped. The political discussion of the afternoon were not to be continued. That evening was not to have deep soul searching conversations or convoluted discussions of scientific principles late into the night. We parted to our separate bedrooms to konk out.