It happened like this.
I barely was able to crawl out to my car, and drive up to meet my lovely wife when she got off of work. Then, just before we were ready to leave together and go home and watch the end of the wholesome, Disney movie about the football player, she got a call. My sons were both on the way up there to celebrate older son's, Todd, finishing up fireman's school.
They came when I was stil there, but left not too long after cuz they said I was gritting my teeth at everyone. So I hobbled home leaving "Florence Nightingale" there to entertain the boys.
And here I am.
Thoght I might be able to type out a few sentances with my back still numb from shots and beers.
That friday morning, I awoke, and got my stuff ready to go down by the pool. The cold wasn't too bad, I ended up only having to take the non-drowsy pills, the back was a different story.
At this point in the trip, there was no longer a " she who must not be disturbed" character in the room. It wasn't a matter of "rank", just a matter of 'what nebo wants, he gets.'
The way it should be anyway.
Ha ha, ha, h,,,, oh forget it.
About 8:30, I had my book, gotten the Oralndo Sentinel, and my coffee, and was in my lawn chair, staring into space. I probably am not going to mention anymore the times I took the painkillers, this is a family newspaper after all, but I think you might get an idea when it was by the way I acted a lot.
So, there I am, sitting in this chair, I entirely have the pool to myself, except for a worker I see moving something towards me.
My brain started wandering as I looked around.
Yep, very nice here.
Boy, I wish I was at the Maya Pool.
That was when I pretty much decided I have had about enough of the Value resorts. Again, I would choose a stay at All star sports before I'd choose a suite off site, but I just love staying at the moderates , so much.
Even though we haven't stayed at CBR since the first time we came to Disney World. But of course, being the first time, and how memories can slowly alter after time goes by, that was the mostest bestest place ever!
And we are going to try it again next may, hopefully.
And I see on all the boards, it gets just about the lowest ratings of all the Disney resorts, but I don't care.
When we saw the kids tonight, Smidgy made one last ditch effort to get them to join us on a May trip. No dice. Todd is starting a new carreer, and Jeremy and his wife already made plans to go to Cozumel with a bunch of friends. Fine. Nice talking to you. Just don't come crying to me when I'm dead and creamated and you are having to watch people throwing up on themselves at Columbia Harbour House by yourselves.
As I sat there looking around, I also made a mental note to try to get my money back for " The Incredible Amazing Weather Foot, and the " Lower Back, Sciatic Attack, combination package. I decided it just wasn't for me.
Yeah, caveat emptor.
And I sat there thinking, boy, 4 months from now when I am writing about this trip, my back is going to be so bad that what I'm going through now is a piece of cake. Then I thought, No, you're just thinking ahead that it might be this bad, now and making it worse than it really is.
HUH? Ok, you figure it out, there's a good sentence in there somewhere!
Allrighty now, let's bring that other member that I mentioned back into this scene.
He was an older cast member. A " make the pool look shiny and new" cast member.
And he was Armed!
The entire pool was empty, except for this half crippled dork sitting in a lawn chair by the end.
And he turns on his generator.
Not 15 feet from me.
Even with my semi-clogged up ears, it was like pulling up at an intersection with Harleygirl and 3 of her buddies all revving up there Sportsters.
No offense Harleygirl, but this is something that always fried my brain.
I once got a ticket for having a small hole in my exhaust system on my 4 cylinder Subaru.
Loud mufflers.
And two lights down, I caught up with the cop and the Harley next to him made the letters on his squad fall off.
No problem there though.
So, Gomer fires up his generator next to me, and proceeds to blow dry the whole deck around the pool.
I waved to him, thinking he might then move it over to the other side.
Not!
Then he came back and changed the attachment on the end. Now he was power washing all the cracks in the cement, and boy, was he thorough.
I kept thinking, ok, just move to the other side. But I knew once I did that, then he was going to move to the other side. NO, wasn't going to give him last laughs just yet.
He kept on working, kept on working, and I couldn't believe it! There was like no end to the hose he kept pulling out of there. Now, he was actually on the other side, with the Harley minus the baffles still sitting next to me.
Then, a strange thing happened to me.
I know you're going to have a hard time believing this.
But I got crabby.
Ok, downright irritated.
I couldn't read or enjoy anything with this thing blasing in my ears, and he was now a quarter way around the pool, on the other side.
I think those attachments were so long he could have done the Grotto Pool at the Dolphin if he wanted to.
And then he laid the nozzle down, and went into the hallway in the center of the buildings and vanished.
Huh?
I've stll got the Harley blasting in my ears, and he's not even using it?
Nope, nope nope.
I sprang into action.
Ok, ok, I leaned so far to the left that the chair tilted, I fell out, made it to my feet, and hobbled over to the generator.
Once there I started pushing every button and turning every dial that I could find, just trying to turn the damn thing off.
Yes, the pills had kicked in, and I didn't much care at that time what might happen to me.
But I couldn't shut the durn thing up. Then I noticed on the back one , big toggle switch.
I flipped it.
VBRavvv vbrr brvn ,,,, sput, sputter,,,,,,, it died.
I got back to my chair quick as I could.
Just then, Diane came down, she tried to talk to me but I was like,
" Shh, hang on, gotta see what happens here."
Well, that was the worst thing I could have said.
Never tell a woman "hang on". They don't hang well.
"What?" What are you talking about? "Did you do something you shouldn't have already today?"
So I gave her the Reader's Digest version, while still staring at the hallway where he dissappeared.
Of course she thought I was nuts, overreacted, and going to get us kicked out of Disney for good, for sure.
Finally, after about 15 minutes went by, he came back out. I picked up my book, but watched him over the top.
Trust me, this part was truly entertaining.
It was dead silence now by the pool.
Diane and I are the only guests there, might have been a couple of folks reading down at a table by the food court end, but they don't count.
And this guy just went over and picked up the nozzle again. He aimed it at a crack in the cement. Of course, nothing. It was so quiet you could actually hear birds cheeping again.
He shook the nozzle a couple times, then banged it on the ground. I was in stitches.
He finally walked back to the generator, and saw the switch was flipped.
And he looked at me.
And not in a friendly manner I might add.
I met his gaze, and shrugged my shoulders, then , without Diane noticing, gave a small, imperceptible not toward the woman sitting next to me.
I saw his gaze shift to her, then back to me, then he nodded in total understanding.
After he got it started again, this time Diane did jump at how loud it was , and we moved to the other side.
THe cleaner guy saw us preparing to move and caught my eye one more time, glancing at her, then back to me, and shaking his head. It was as if to say,,, " yeah buddy, good luck living with her everyday"
I just smiled back at him.
Good night again, and this time I mean it.
I know how that sciatic pain is so take it easy.
Always thinking of you....heh, heh. 
ok, you can just get cindy crawford to go to the car for your cigs, make you soup, tie your shoes, etc!
anytime soon. 
