Since H. commented to me that my original post was really long, and since others seem to have noted that my garrulously loquacious writing is out of character I am going to make this one more terse. Also some people were put off by long words, so I will try to be more short-worded, since I don't want to intimidate anyone or what-have-you. I am a very down to Earth mellow person who just happens to like words like prolegomena, a word I just promised I would not use, and there I go using it. But let's just forgive that one and press on.
Haley Addenda:
Easy for you to say.
There is a particular person, a comrade of H's, whose name I won't mention (but whose nickname is sheridac), who has been insistent on pressing the fact that she is not a bad influence. Since I had not brought up the question of whether this unnamed person (whose nickname is sheridac) is a bad influence it seemed a little odd.
The phrase, "The lady doth protest too much, methinks," came to mind. I think that was a quote from the West Wing, but since I haven't seen that show I didn't know what it meant. I wish that quotes form the Simpsons would come to mind instead, since I have seen a lot of them. But something like, "My cat's breath smells like cat food," while great, just doesn't seem applicable to the situation. Which I haven't actually explained yet, since I am both getting ahead of myself and falling behind all at once.
Back to the unnamed person. This particular person was going to be meeting us at the hotel along with some other people in one of those magical gathering things that I had no say in. Other than to say, "I for one, welcome our new magical gathering overlords." See how that quote doesn't really work? Me too. If you refer to my self-description on page one, you will find that when I said I was bad at quotes, I was dead serious. The unnamed person will henceforth be referred to as UPS - Unnamed Person (Sheridac) to save typing, FBI.
Haley Addenda:
Funny thing is, sweet little (yet taller than me) Frick is the real bad influence. But I am getting ahead of myself.
This was all by way of foreshadowing later events that were to transpire, even if our foreshadowing was clumsily executed. I like literature, but I will be sticking with my day job, which, while it involves a lot of a certain kind of writing, does not involve any foreshadowing.
Haley Addenda:
Although it sometimes requires mind reading.
When we got up in the morning, it was really seriously cold in the room. My notes say, "C-O-L-D." Someone, no names mentioned (though her nickname is HaleyB), had turned the air conditioning way way way down. In addition to being really cold I had a sore throat and was really thirsty due to the air drying me out. I wrote that I had weird dreams, but I don't really recall them at all anymore, except that I was offered a chance to play piano in a Swing band that was playing on a boat traveling around an island, but I wanted to play a tune in a different key (G instead of D), and the Ukulele player in the band was having trouble transposing.
There were some very strange notes in my notebook that I took on this morning. The most interesting is, "artists, & Book store, & God bullied cosmos." I think. I still have no idea what ideas I was trying to express there, but I think that the air-conditioning had freeze dried my brain partly, which messed up my note-taking abilities.
Haley Addenda:
And I thought I had weird dreams that night. I think the thermostat must have been broken. I have never had a room at the Pop get so very chilly. Normally you have to fight to keep it cold enough. I like it cold when I sleep. It is comforting and reminds me of my childhood. I grew up in Buffalo (which explains a lot, I think) until I moved to California to finish growing up (which explains the rest, I think). Also I may have forgotten to finish.
I brushed Sophie's hair while Haley did something. Her hair used to be very long and it was always a horror story when we had to brush her hair. Now that it is shorter, things are better, so we got through that relatively quickly. Then I called to Max to brush his hair. He looked like a chia pet that had been run through a specially-designed chia-pet-tangling device, only more tangled.
Max: I already brushed my hair.
Me: Heh. Heh heh heh. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Ha. Ha ha ha.
Sophia: Hee hee hee hee hee.
H: See - that's something you should write down.
Haley Addenda:
I was making sure that everything was packed up while he did the hair stuff. And I counted our bags five ten times. Cause I am as compulsive as a Happyhaunt locking their van.
Sophia used to have hair down to her bottom. She donated it to Locks of Love about 18 months ago.
We got prepared enough, sorted our luggage into a neat pile so it could easily be transferred to our new room, and headed to Pop-central. Here the notes get weird again. We switched rooms (more on that shortly), and I noted that the key looked "different. I bet Clinton stole it and replaced it. And good on him for doing it." Whaaa? I think that the freeze-dried brain factor must still have been in effect. That or the med switch actually happened much later than I recalled, and the older meds. *seriously* were messing with my memory.
Haley Addenda:
I verified the notes. That is what it looks like to me too. Strange brain that man has. And that has nothing to do with the meds., he has been that way since I met him.
Back to our tale. Our room switch was more complicated than it first turned out. That previous night they pointed out that there was a room close to the UPS's (UPS = Unnamed Person - Sheridac for those with memories like mine) room in the 70s, and that we could switch to. Sounds good. Anything is better than living in the 80s. And that's coming from someone with three 80s iPod playlists. So we came up to the desk early in the morning and asked for the room, and the C.M. person was very evasive.
Not sharing the magic.
The room was free, but they couldn't give it to us for some reason... An unexplained reason. We pressed on. Haley's Iron-Fistedness increased, and pummeled through her mashmallowiness. It turned out that some unnamed person (Sheridac) had left some notes regarding their room. The notes could be read in such a way that they appeared to say that they wanted to avoid us all. "Oh, no, no no, silly Cast Person, it might look like that, but that's not at all what that means," was not enough to persuade them. So we got a different room in the 70s that was still out in the sticks, but not nearly as bad as what was going on in 80s.
Haley Addenda:
That poor CM at the check in desk looked like a deer caught in the headlights. She must have asked three or four other CM's what to do. Plus she read me the note off the ressie. Bwaahaahaa.
She was flustered by me, poor front desk CM girl. I am not used to being on that end of the fluster. I might not have played it right, because I didn't get the 60's. Which was my true aim. I sort of got caught up in the battle and forgot about that. If we stay there again we will go preferred.
Then we got on the bus to the Animal Kingdom. It was great. Then we got back to the hotel and went to our room. No wait, sorry, I omitted some details. But since this post is already getting a bit long I will stop here, to pick up later.
Tutor story #493....
You are a GREAT Dad!!
Even though YAK was empty on both sides????? And when I checked in on Saturday........The CM handed me a map and said "Where would you like to be?" I swear! So I said 60's, please. Like you don't already have this figured out????????????? But, my only request was 1st floor, King bed. After numerous phone calls, and several CM's, they said I would have to change rooms twice. Ahhhh, no I already changed hotels once cause no rooms in the Inn. So I got 60's, 2nd Floor, 2 beds. Yep, exactly what I wanted 
