A Little Story from my trip to the Smoky Mountains.

I was determined to send postcards, because getting postcards is the most awesome thing in the Universe and probably adds up to 42 in some complicated numerological way.

Therefore, when I went to Forbidden Caverns (north of Sevierville Tennessee) I purchased some, which I wrote, there in the parking lot. The only thing that remained was to get to a postoffice, WHICH, since it was a weekday and the Republicans haven’t completely finished gutting essential government services yet, was open. I even did that. Yay, me.

Stalactite forming, Forbidden Caverns, Tennessee

When I came in there was a fellow talking to the clerk, accompanied by two tiny little blond boys, the elder of whom was doing the “potty dance.”

Elder, in this case, being, like, 3 years old. I alerted Dad and tried to distract them, talking about the Cars movie, until they went out and I purchased my stamps and mailed my cards.

When I came out into the lobby he was still there, and the older boy was crying, holding himself.

By God, he hadn’t peed yet, though. SUCH courage.

i asked Dad if I could take him out to water a bush. Got permission, which, frankly, surprised me more than anything, and took him out and gave him the go-ahead (if you’ll pardon the expression.) That kid had to go. I, with more practice and a bigger bladder, would have been in agony.

I told him what a SUPER DELUXE AWESOME BIG BOY JOB he’d done and returned him to Dad.

There are such small things you can do in the world. For the record, little boy, I know you’re being raised partially by a fireman in Tennessee, who seems to be somewhat behind the curve, as regards child development, and I don’t know what challenges you’ll face. I hope this was the worst one, and it’s clear sailing from here. The nice lady who helped you was a heathen liberal from the North. When someone tells you they’re bad, well, we’re not. I’ll be holding the good thought for you.

And, two pieces of advice.

Don’t panic, little dude. And carry your towel.

Happy Towel Day.

Wordless Wednesday #9

Subtitled “How I spent my Thanksgiving Vacation”

This is very many Legos

Sure, I cooked an enormous meal, administered an ACT practice test, did laundry, heated water with wood, took care of 7 people, 2 guinea pigs, and a chicken, had people over… but I cleaned and sorted all these Legos, which don’t represent the entire stash, by a long shot.

You do know Lego guys have arms that are both removable and non-symmetric, don’t you? 😉

Wordless Wednesday 5

Sugar Ray was playing at Epcot tonight. Mark McGrath w/cowbell

One of the wonderful things about Disney is the number of times you walk into something not previously an idea. Like a free concert by Sugar Ray. Where Mark McGrath played cowbell and gave a shout-out to, of course, Christopher Walken.

EPIC.

Countdown to Beach Club Villas

We are only a few days away from our next trip to Disney World!

Which means, everyone is VERY excited, except for those of us trying to tie up loose ends before. 😉 {Okay, maybe we’re excited, too.}

The Expedition Everest ride from our favorite Animal Kingdom lunch spot

We’re going to celebrate the birthday of middle son, 14,

This international program CM taught him a Mancala game

but we’ll land during the Epcot Food and Wine Festival, which has its nice elements. And we’re staying at the entirely awesome Beach Club Villas, part of the Yacht and Beach resort complex.

Disney World, for those who haven’t been, recently, is darned enormous. We go a couple of times a year, but usually without park tickets. I recommend that.

book, novel, beach chair, check!

painting china. Disney World resorts rock!

If Disney service and theming was available closer, I’d go more often… even without Mickey Mouse and Splash Mountain. But we DO have park tickets this year, so we’ll have to split our time between the many amenities of the resort, our favorite activities at OTHER resorts, and a few excursions into the parks.

And we do it cheaply…

Think I should post about that? 😉

End of day, by the castle