I have been remiss in my reporting.
A selfish, inconsiderate husband who only thinks of himself.
Bad Nebo, bad, bad.
I totally forgot that Smidgy started the trip out sick.
She felt it coming on on Friday night, her throat turned all scratchy by Satruday and by Sunday morning she felt like crap. Wasn't sure what it was but knew it was something, and brought along some Amoxycilin that she didn't take when she got it for having a wisdom tooth pulled.
I've told her in the past that antibiotics don't work on viral infections, just bacterial, but I wasn't going to mention it again, this time. She started taking the pills Sunday morning I believe, and low and behold, ini just a couple days she said she was feeling better, good thing she brought the pills.
And I wasn't going to argue with her, au contraire;
"See Diane, pills can be a good thing."
Since we are going back in time anyway, I was going to save this for the plane ride home but that chapter is a long way away right now and if I try to quit smoking, there's a chance I might be in jail by then and unable to write the chapter, so I'm going to post my thoughts now.
Maybe Letterman can use it.
The top ten things you DON'T want to overhear coming from the plane's cockpit:
10. Hey, watch this!
9. Wow, are your eyes bloodshot
8. Anybody else smell smoke?
7. Ok, who's ready, I'm buyin'.
6. Tell me again what this little button does.
5. (Hear Jack's voice) "Recalculating".
4. Shouldn't we have seen Nashville by now?
3. Oh wow man, your special homemade brownies are, like, awesome.
2. Give us our vector, Victor. Roger. Huh?
and finally, at number one
1. I don't know about you, but I can't see a thing.
Tuesday morning came and I was up early.
Too early.
Early people have no idea what to do with themselves when they are living in a controlled environment.
Especially when it's controlled by "She Who must not be Disturbed".
I tried to lie there as long as I could, maybe fall back asleep but I couldn't turn off my mind. After a while I started to vibrate, then shake, and finally I knew I was going to burst if I didn't get up. Most of my stuff was right by the bed, so getting dressed wasn't that big a problem.
I went by the vanity and slid the curtain shut, took my meds and stuff, grabbed my mug and I was out the door.
It was about 7:30 now and already pretty nice out, a little cool but they say it's going up to 83 today, I'm not only gonna take it I'm not going to want to give it back!
I got as far as ten feet away from the door on the way to the smoking area, and there they were.
Again.
Two workers, one on each side of the pool setting up to power wash the deck again.
It wasn't like I was ready for a lounger yet, but geesh, they just did this yesterday! Sure enough, while I was having my smoke in the DSA, it was like the announcer just yelled, "Gentlemen, start your engines!"
Simultaneously, both their Harleys started up.
Man, what a racket.
When I was done, I walked around them, glaring at them, cut through building 9 and eventually joined up at the main path that goes from the 70's through the 60's and the main pool and food court.
This was incredible here. At this junture of paths I actually had to wait until I could 'merge" into the main lane. I am not kidding, it was morning rush hour headed to either the food court or bus stops, mostly the food court.
There are no stop lights here, no right turn on red so I put my bliinker on and waited. I had a little opening in front of a gramma coming up I could see, but once she saw my blinker she sped up just as I was merging. Now she's right behind me, tailgating, blowing her horn and I've got a double wide stroller in front of me, nowhere to go. I considered flipping her the bird but then she was gone, exitted toward the bus stops, I guess.
After joining the throng inside the food court I went right to the coffee machines.
Here's my problem with the new style refillable mug;
it's black on the inside, coffee is black, Coke is black, even if I am just getting hot water for Smidgy's tea, since it is clear that then equals..... you guessed it, black.
I can't see it. I have to fill some, then stop and look inside, fill some more, look inside again. But today isn't too bad, I'm just getting coffee for myself.
Then I picked up an Orlando Sentinel. With this stuff, I went on down to the DSA by the pool, one of the most misplaced smoking areas in all of Disney, no wonder people complain of the smokers at Pop Century. It's right on the main path behind the Petals pool bar and even includes tables.
I started to sit at a table, then stopped myself in the nick of time. After checking, yep, the chair was still wet, the table too from the dew, so I just kinda stood by an ash tray and had a smoke.
After that, I remembered the camera was still in my pocket from yesterday and since I'm just killing time anyway, decided to take a couple of pictures.
Believe me, it was still with some trepidation that I pressed the Power On button, but it worked like a charm.
One of the Hippy Dippy Pool.
Then I remembered a shot I wanted to take yesterday, back when I didn't even know if i was going to have a camera that worked this trip at all. I don't know why I liked this shot so much, just thought it was cool getting two of the main icons in the same frame.
By now it was getting close to nine o'clock and I was getting antsy to settle in by a pool so I checked this one out more thoroughly; one pool worker power washing, it looks like this side is finished already and he's on the other side.
I walked back to the room and past our computer pool again. On the way this time, I'm going against the traffic grain. It wasn't quite as bad now but I still felt like a salmon swimming upstream needing to spawn.
And no, spawning was the last of my thoughts just then, i don't even know is Smidgy is up yet, or how she's feeling today and I didn't want to end up like the male black widow spider.
The Harley boys were still going to town on the computer pool though. One generator was on the end side nearest the lake, the other on the end by our room. Funny thing was, the hoses were so long the guy hooked up by our end is over almost to the other side, and vice versa, with another cast member on the side going along and flipping all the backs of the loungers down it was like a new Olympic sport:
Synchronized Pool Washing.
I held up an 8.
I knew as soon as I opened the door up the noise was sure to wake up Smidgy, I used to go the drag strip a lot when I was younger and this made that seem like a library. '
But she didn't wake up.
Or at least she didn't show me she was awake.
I walked in and immediately thought, "Uh oh, I see bed people", but she didn't move. Now I have to go about changing for the pool and gathering the stuff I need in the dark of the room.
All the walking around the last couple days has really had an impact on my foot, as usual. I brought some painkillers with me, just in case and now, outside in the light and clip clops I can see how swollen it is.
Great, and we havent even been to a park yet.
I hate feet.
It then took me two seconds to decide that I didn't want to deal with the Harley Boys, and headed off back to the HDPool.
When Diane wakes up, she will see I'm gone, see that I'm not at the computer pool, have to go to the food court to get her tea and find me there. I wasn't worried.
Now, that traffic-jammed walkway was empty, almost kinda spooky the way it cleared out.
Down at the pool and food court I then found out why;
it was a mob scene inside the food court, they were all in here.
This blows my mind, it's past rope drop time now in all the parks, why aren't they THERE?
All I can figure, is these are all the people that I have never been able to understand, the ones that are walking into the park as we are leaving to go back and take a swim.
The ones that get there around 11 so they can wait the longest for each ride.
I suppose they are necessary in the circle of life, if the buses weren't bring them, then, there wouldn't be any busses there to take us back to the resort at noon.
Out in front, a little ways down from the smoking area I mentioned before I grabbed a couple of loungers and put towels on them after I used one to wipe them down a bit.
Pool cleaner guy is still on the other side and just then he shut off his Harley, he was done.
Or out of gas.
Great!
I settled in, took my painkillers with my coffee and relaxed. Even though it was a madhouse inside the food court, out here it was quiet as could be, even with the hearing aids. I loved it.
I read the paper for a bit, waiting for the pills to kick in. With these I know there's a half hour until ignition, and I always look at my watch when I take them.
25 minutes into the half hour of standby, a family of 23 kids decided that I must be special, and took up residence all around me.
Even asked if I was using the chair that had our stuff on that I was saving for Smidgy.
Looking around the pool, there is a total of one person in a lounge chair by the pool, or even near the pool.
That person was ME!
They had a choice of, oh, I'm guessing 220 other lounge chairs they could sit in, but no, they wanted to be by Ol' Uncle Nebo, I guess.
On both sides of me.
Nebo was morose.
Ok, fine I thought. I'm not moving.
Nope, uh uh, I was here first, Homestead Act and all that.
I'm staying put!
I ignored them. I closed my eyes, laid back, felt the pills finally start washing over me, the pain was going away, away, all was right with the world, it's lovely here, not gonna worry about the forecast, what's a little cold for this pure enjoyment, ahhhh,,,,,,,,,,
"There you are".
I looked up to see Diane looking around at all the kids, frowning.
Then she looked at me;
"Ok, what?" "Have you been adopted?"
I shrugged, "They like me."
She went in and got her tea, then came back:
"Let's move."
We moved allright, all the way back to the computer pool since that was the whole point of taking the room we got, at least the Harley Boys had finished by now.
This then once again brought on the "chase the shadow" game. Or more like run away from the shadow game.
The table and chairs right outside our room got sun from about 9 am to 11 am, and that's it. Another problem with going in winter.
Time just flew by though, even went in the pool once, but even though it was supposedly 82 out, it didn't feel that warm. The entire sky was clear, except for two small cumulus clouds that made sure to position themselves directly between the sun and us almost the whole time, it was like they had a vendetta against us to prevent us from getting any sunshine.
Later on it was time to get in gear, we still wanted to get something to eat from the food court, have a couple drinks and then start our tour of the monorail resorts, ending up at the Poly.
But first, I wanted a picture with the Potatoe Heads before we went in.
With that done, we went back and changed, I finished first and told her I'd meet her in the smoking section outside.
And that was when I met her.
At the smoking section, sitting on a bench there.
THE 'MAZING MANIC MOTOR MOUTH!
goodnight eveyone, funny, this year doesn't look any different than last year, does it?