Lucky Ali (age 16) is in Florida for a 10-day Spring Break trip. She went with a friend and the friend’s family. They have visited Epcot, Disney World, Universal Studios, Sea World, and a few other places. Ali will probably sleep for a week when she returns. She’s having a fabulous time and, while she says she misses her mommy, I know she’s lying.
I did what any other normal mother would do if her daughter was out of town. I cleaned her room. Holy cow! You should have seen all the candy wrappers stashed in there!
The boys are just a wee bit envious of Ali’s luck. I told Frank maybe we’ll go to Florida in the RV in a year so they can go to Disney World, too. As for me, I outgrew theme parks about eight years ago. I used to love crowds and roller coasters. Now, I can’t stand them. It happened when we visited Hershey Park in Hershey Pennsylvania right after we got married. It was hot and crowded and, for the first time in my life, I got nauseated on a ride. And, each ride I’ve ridden since then has made my stomach turn over, too. I used to be the kid that would ride every ride, no matter how much it tossed you around. Not anymore! I must be getting old.
Anyway, Frank, Zach and Max can ride those rides together. Richard and I will be wimps and will sit with little Mason (who will be a toddler) under a tree, drinking ice cold frozen lemonade.
And, speaking of ice, we got almost none in that big Nor’Easter over the weekend. After the threat of several inches of snow, we ended up with mostly rain, thank goodness. Zach’s itching for dry, normal weather so he can hit the golf course. Max and I are looking forward to planting our seedlings outside next month. The corn, sunflowers and sugar snap peas are already so big that we’ll need to transplant them to a bigger pot before we can transplant them outside! Max has been sneaking into the mudroom and eating the spinach seedlings. No kidding! He loves raw spinach. Don’t worry. It’s organic.
This week’s Maxism:
Last week, I was telling Max about the funny things Ali used to say when she was little. She was very prococious when she was Max’s age, too. I laughed as I recalled the day when, out of the blue, Ali said, “I like butts.”
Max looked puzzled and asked, “Did she have a pet butt when she was little? Like a stuffed animal?”
Hugs to all!
P.S. REMINDER – The Spring 24-Hour Short Story Contest is THIS SATURDAY! There’s always a flood of entries at the last minute and we’re forced to turned some away after the contest fills up. Don’t delay if you plan to participate! See: http://www.writersweekly.com/misc/contest.html