Despite the unholy temperatures, camping was pretty fun. It cooled down at night, so at least Lil Bro#2 and I did not have to bail on our tent and flee for air conditioning.
It's funny how many little quirks and weird personality traits are already there in your brain, rather than being the product of your life experiences. This can be evidenced from Tuesday's campsite crafting hour, wherein Lil Bro#2 and I--without consulting each other--both felt the need to choose little ceramic monsters to paint, and we also felt it necessary that monsters should always have blood on their teeth.
Aside from reading and drinking, most of us spent the camping trip playing Pokemon Go. Even Big Sis#2 is playing. All of us are completely inept at it, although I must say I am proud of my collection so far.
Eevee will have a better name later; apparently calling it "Rainer" is the only way to guarantee it turns into the Mermaid Dog, which is the only reason I'm playing this.
Because the Mermaid Dog is the best thing ever
next to the Pink Flying Kitten, who I'm not even sure you can catch in this game.
All ridiculousness aside, Pokemon has actually gotten me motivated to get of my lazy arse and do some exercise. You have to walk certain distances if you want to hatch the eggs you pick up (2 km, 5 km, or 10 km depending on the egg). I've got 8 eggs waiting to be hatched, so I need to walk 34 km to hatch all of them.
This game has also had some positive effects on the kids in town. The post office across the street from my apartment is a Pokestop, and it seems that all the village children have thrown aside cliques and differences in age in favor of hanging out together over there most evenings to catch Pokemon.
Also, the Wit's End Tavern is a Pokemon gym, which amuses me to no end.
Any of you guys playing? It's good craic.