Anytime the grandkids are around is playtime. They might all latch on to the same activity, or we can be going in multiple directions.
Other than that, the only thing I can think of is what has become an annual trip to the upper midwest, to spend a week with my brothers golfing and fishing. That’s playtime to me.
Well, that and yardwork, though yardwork may be its own category– not quite play, not quite work.
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