jennymouse
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I just returned from my trip with Dad and thought I'd write my report while catching up on the laundry. I'm going to do my report in one thread this time instead of a different thread for different days. If you read my pretrip you know I was worried (and even sort of dreading) about this trip with my 80 year old father I knick named Grumpy (to his face) while we were gone. Since he has bad knees and scarred lungs, I rented him an ECV from Care Medical for the week. Well, here's how it went with Grumpy on wheels.
Friday, January 30th.
Dad hasn't flown in probably 30 years. He has a pilots license and used to fly small planes when I was a kid so he's not afraid of flying. I wasn't worried about him being scared, I was worried about the security procedures. Dad's got a belly. He's not big anywhere else but his belly but he has a hard time getting his shoes on/off, but I had him wear his tennis shoes so he wouldn't have to take them off because they don't have a metal bar in the sole.
Our flight wasn't scheduled to leave until 4:00 pm. We took a taxi to the airport here in Lexington, KY around 3:15 and arrived in plenty of time. I went through security with no problems, but guess who got searched. Dad. His suspenders set the alarm off and after that he had to take his shoes off too. I could tell he was embarrased when he almost toppled over head first out of the chair when he was putting them back on, but he didn't get mad. He even sort of chuckled about it, he can laugh at himself.
The flight to Atlanta was a bit bumpy but it went okay until the flight attendant told him that she'd made the arraingments for his wheelchair in Atlanta. I had told him that I was getting him assistance in Atlanta before we left but he either wasn't listening to me as usual or he forgot. He told her that he didn't need a wheelchair. She looked at me and I nodded yes as I have been through Atlanta many times and know what a walk it is. She just smiled and said it would be there if he wanted to use it. After she walked off, he scolded me for it, but I told him he could walk if he wanted to but it was a long way. He used the wheelchair and was glad he did when he saw how long the walk was.
Now, all the time I spent planning this trip I tried and tried to get Dad to talk with me about it and share in the planning but he wouldn't do it. He had it in his head that he wasn't going to have a good time, he's "hard to impress." "Doesn't like fantasy." and any attempts at sharing the planning was met with grunts. I'd given him the Unoffical Guide to read but he acted like he didn't want to read a "disney book" but I did catch him reading it a couple times. Other than to pick the restaurants, he just wasn't into any details. So after we got to MCO, he started asking "How are we supposed to get to the hotel?" I just smiled and said, "So now you're interested in the details, huh."
As we came down the escelator in MCO, Bob with ******** was waiting with my last name on the card. Bob and I got the luggage and soon we were in the Ford Excursion being wisked away to the Wilderness Lodge where we would spend our first two nights. Bob even talked college basketball with Dad on the way so that was even better.
I thought Dad was going to fall over backwards when we entered the WL as he just kept looking up and up and up. No time to check in just yet, we've got a PS at Artist Point for 9:30 as we haven't eaten since noon! Now, as you may recall, I printed off menus to all of the restaurants that DAD PICKED OUT for him to review before we left, but now Dad's grumbling about there not being a baked potato on the menu. He didn't like the root mash at all, but he did enjoy the buffalo steak. And of course, he grumbled about the prices even though when I warned him about the prices before we left, he argued that they didn't seem any higher than at home.
Dinner over, I asked Dad if he wanted to relax in the lobby while I checked in or if he wanted to check in with me. He wanted to wait. There was no line, but the three CM's working the desk were busy with other guests so there was a little bit of a wait, not bad. We were upgraded to a courtyard room. When finished, the CM, Jenny, went to get Dad's ECV which had been delivered earlier. When I walked back to Dad he was grumbling that it took too long and that they should've had more people working the desk. Jenny came riding the ECV around the corner and even got a smile out of Dad.
Dad's never used an ECV before but he didn't have much trouble getting it up to our room. He even parallel parked it in front of the door nook of the adjoining room. After washing up for bed, he came out grumbling about Disney being tight with their soap that there wasn't but one little bar of soap in the bathroom. I went in and found the other bar of soap for him. At this point, I think he's just looking for things to complain about.
Of course he missed his recliner and those chairs are uncomfortable and the bed it too tall and hard and the Weather Channel says it's supposed to rain the next day. I was sort of glad that the Zippity doo Dah channel was not on anymore as I wouldn't be able to watch it anyway. Dad's grumbling about all the TV stations being Disneyfied and at this point I'm really wishing I'd left Dad at home.
Stay tuned for more fun to come!
Friday, January 30th.
Dad hasn't flown in probably 30 years. He has a pilots license and used to fly small planes when I was a kid so he's not afraid of flying. I wasn't worried about him being scared, I was worried about the security procedures. Dad's got a belly. He's not big anywhere else but his belly but he has a hard time getting his shoes on/off, but I had him wear his tennis shoes so he wouldn't have to take them off because they don't have a metal bar in the sole.
Our flight wasn't scheduled to leave until 4:00 pm. We took a taxi to the airport here in Lexington, KY around 3:15 and arrived in plenty of time. I went through security with no problems, but guess who got searched. Dad. His suspenders set the alarm off and after that he had to take his shoes off too. I could tell he was embarrased when he almost toppled over head first out of the chair when he was putting them back on, but he didn't get mad. He even sort of chuckled about it, he can laugh at himself.
The flight to Atlanta was a bit bumpy but it went okay until the flight attendant told him that she'd made the arraingments for his wheelchair in Atlanta. I had told him that I was getting him assistance in Atlanta before we left but he either wasn't listening to me as usual or he forgot. He told her that he didn't need a wheelchair. She looked at me and I nodded yes as I have been through Atlanta many times and know what a walk it is. She just smiled and said it would be there if he wanted to use it. After she walked off, he scolded me for it, but I told him he could walk if he wanted to but it was a long way. He used the wheelchair and was glad he did when he saw how long the walk was.
Now, all the time I spent planning this trip I tried and tried to get Dad to talk with me about it and share in the planning but he wouldn't do it. He had it in his head that he wasn't going to have a good time, he's "hard to impress." "Doesn't like fantasy." and any attempts at sharing the planning was met with grunts. I'd given him the Unoffical Guide to read but he acted like he didn't want to read a "disney book" but I did catch him reading it a couple times. Other than to pick the restaurants, he just wasn't into any details. So after we got to MCO, he started asking "How are we supposed to get to the hotel?" I just smiled and said, "So now you're interested in the details, huh."
As we came down the escelator in MCO, Bob with ******** was waiting with my last name on the card. Bob and I got the luggage and soon we were in the Ford Excursion being wisked away to the Wilderness Lodge where we would spend our first two nights. Bob even talked college basketball with Dad on the way so that was even better.
I thought Dad was going to fall over backwards when we entered the WL as he just kept looking up and up and up. No time to check in just yet, we've got a PS at Artist Point for 9:30 as we haven't eaten since noon! Now, as you may recall, I printed off menus to all of the restaurants that DAD PICKED OUT for him to review before we left, but now Dad's grumbling about there not being a baked potato on the menu. He didn't like the root mash at all, but he did enjoy the buffalo steak. And of course, he grumbled about the prices even though when I warned him about the prices before we left, he argued that they didn't seem any higher than at home.
Dinner over, I asked Dad if he wanted to relax in the lobby while I checked in or if he wanted to check in with me. He wanted to wait. There was no line, but the three CM's working the desk were busy with other guests so there was a little bit of a wait, not bad. We were upgraded to a courtyard room. When finished, the CM, Jenny, went to get Dad's ECV which had been delivered earlier. When I walked back to Dad he was grumbling that it took too long and that they should've had more people working the desk. Jenny came riding the ECV around the corner and even got a smile out of Dad.
Dad's never used an ECV before but he didn't have much trouble getting it up to our room. He even parallel parked it in front of the door nook of the adjoining room. After washing up for bed, he came out grumbling about Disney being tight with their soap that there wasn't but one little bar of soap in the bathroom. I went in and found the other bar of soap for him. At this point, I think he's just looking for things to complain about.
Of course he missed his recliner and those chairs are uncomfortable and the bed it too tall and hard and the Weather Channel says it's supposed to rain the next day. I was sort of glad that the Zippity doo Dah channel was not on anymore as I wouldn't be able to watch it anyway. Dad's grumbling about all the TV stations being Disneyfied and at this point I'm really wishing I'd left Dad at home.
Stay tuned for more fun to come!

We used your ride! I wonder if that'll get *'d out too!

Hi Jenifer
