I know many of my readers are from other countries, so please excuse me while I gush a bit about ‘Murica.
No worries, I'm pretty fond of your fair country! And I can definitely do my share of gushing about Canada when prompted.
With quite some (appropriate) pomp and circumstance the Walt Disney World Marching Band entered from the Train Station side escorting the Veteran Guest of Honor to the Flagpole area. While he, and several other veterans I noticed, saluted, the band played a glorious rendition of The National Anthem as the flag was lowered by a uniformed security guard in reverence. At its conclusion, the flag was folded, and then presented to the selected Vet. Yes, I got teary. Yes, it was somewhat emotional. Yes, it’s still appropriate, in my humble opinion, to give respect to those who’ve fought and died for our freedoms and to pause to reflect in genuine gratefulness on the good we still have here in America.
This sounds so lovely. I'm never in this area of the park at this time, so I've never seen it. But maybe I'll have to make some time for it next trip and pay respects.
And, since this was a holiday party of sorts, why not celebrate and include a holiday-style meal? It just doesn’t get any more traditional than this: A gigantic platter of roast pork, turkey, and beef, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, cranberry sauce, mac and cheese, and rolls.
Nothing more holiday than that! Yum.
The only thing about this meal that made me go, "Hmmm..." was as they called each party’s name, the CMs all clapped and cheered for the group. It was just… odd and seemed out of place.
I found this weird the times we've eaten here, too!
With another bucket of cold water, I washed up and there was enough pressure coming out of the sink faucet for me to wash my hair. It's the little things.
The things we take for granted here!!
BUT, it was Sunday, and God had a special gift for me…. Coffee! Sometime during the night, my French press showed up and, using the Folgers and some hot water, I made a cup of comforting, hot, gloriously caffeinated deliciousness. It was a cup of Heaven on Earth.
Hallelujah! That must have been such an appreciated blessing!
Later I would learn that it was the beginnings of a bigger problem, but for then, all was okay.
Uh oh...
It was then we learned that by law ALL fast food street vendors and restaurants are closed on Sundays. And that the food that had been brought back for us had been cooked the day before and put away for … later?? So, it was risk Salmonella or pass out from hunger. I ate a little. Just enough to keep me going. Because it took us 6 hours to do what we had to do.
Oh man...tough choice...
At some point, our African-American friend and NGO Board Member who had traveled with us (for reals his name is George Orwell!) mentioned the value of the supplies saying something like, “This must be worth a lot.” I replied with a, “Yes, about $150,000 worth.” The look on his face was priceless. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the dust in the warehouse that made his eyes a bit teary.

This is amazing.
I also wanted Bek to take mine at some point, as we had a good view of the supplies to send to our main donor as part of that documentation and, without remembering what led up to it, I snappedy (not loud enough for the student to hear, but too loud anyway), “but I don’t want her in the photo.” I am super ashamed, because it came out not at all what I was really trying to mean or say, but well, there it was. I simply wanted a “clean” photo for a specific reason. My aunt shot me a look of disapproval and I did smooth things over later, but clearly the situation had worn my patience down.
These things happen when everyone is at their limits. Sometimes we say or do things we shouldn't, and you definitely weren't yourself with how much you were enduring physically and mentally. We make mistakes, and we do whatever we can to apologize and make it right, and then we move on. Thanks for your continued transparency in all your reports!!
Now, shared in no particular order whatsoever, first let’s sing silly songs with Bob. (Why does Veggie Tales suddenly pop into my mind?)
Teehehe that's where my mind went, too!
“I was a music composition major at the Cincinnati Conservatory of Music. I love to write my own music. I have three CDs of all original compositions. Here is some of my latest work. I hope you enjoy it!”
Let me just say it now, if you like instrumental piano at all, I think his original compositions will amaze you. I listened to his material clips and you can too...
No way! Now I know who I'm going to have to go check out later this week...did my undergrad in western art music and love me some solo piano...
This guy!! He's the one who singled out Nathan and me and put a curse upon our relationship to have 10 babies!!
But man, that guy can perform!!

(Yes, I realize I look pregnant in that ^ photo. I'm not.)
Haha I never would have thought that looking at this picture!! Now some of my recent photopass photos, however, have given that distinct impression. Especially when I've got a nice food baby going on after a good Disney meal. And being a newlywed, it certainly wouldn't be out of the question. Fortunately, I haven't had people asking me when I'm due just yet.