There’s only one answer for me. Disneyland. (Or World). The planet’s largest theme parks hold absolutely no appeal for me and at this point in my life I think I’d rather take a cruise ship straight to Hell than stroll the over crowded streets of the over priced plastic fantastic pinnacle of capitalism that is Disney.
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But then, I dislike theme parks in general. Busch Gardens? Great Adventures? Been there, hated them both. Honestly? I didn’t even like them when I was a child. They’re just so… fake.
So how about you…
Where do you never want to vacation that everyone else loves?
Warning – I’m going off the rails of my usual blog fluff here. It’s been that kind of day.
Not sure why I feel I need to post this, perhaps the anniversary of my mother’s death is bothering me more than I realized, but here goes.
I read a series of novels written by Rob Hart recently…
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It was a good romp, but in almost every book there was a section dealing with this topic:
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They say you write what you know, and this author nailed it.
If you’ve never seen a dead body…. and I mean right after death, not processed by a funeral home…. I’m glad. I wish I hadn’t, because what he says is true.
My mother passed in a hospice. She was only there for five days and it was blessedly quick as deaths by cancer go. I was at her side every day, all day and into the night. It was horribly sad and utterly exhausting. I did it alone for the first four days but on the fifth, my husband insisted on coming. To be honest I didn’t want him there. He doesn’t wait well or patiently, and when you’re sitting bedside vigil that’s really all there is to do. My mother was heavily medicated and thankfully free of pain, but she was also mostly unconscious. He tried, but only made it until 5:00pm and then convinced me to leave for the night. She died an hour later. I’ll never forgive myself for not being there, but that’s not the point of this depressing post.
The point is that the author was correct. When I returned to say goodbye and gather my mother’s things a mere hour after she passed, the difference was startling. I don’t know what I was expecting, hers was the only recently deceased body I’d ever seen… but it was indeed just that. A body. Sunken in on itself and completely empty. Everything that was mother had vanished. In a perverse way, it made the final goodbye easier. She was well and truly gone, spiritually and physically.
It’s definitely not like the movies, neither serene nor beautiful.
News that’s worth reading? The jury is still out on that.
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Please, don’t tell my husband.
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Proof positive that no good ever comes from doing laundry.
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This makes me wonder what they dream about. Fat juicy flies? Which housewife they’re going to freak out that day? Or maybe they’re just worried their web isn’t as nice as the Jones’s.
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A conveyer belt of cheese? To hell with the restaurant, I want one in my living room.
Husband wanted to go to the annual giant yard sale at the Cumberland Fairgrounds this past Saturday and you know only the lure of cheap treasure would make him wait on this kind of line.
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The gates opened at 9:00am. We were there at 9:01 and the line was already insane. This is just a fraction of it –
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Naturally the heat and humidity came roaring back with a vengeance that day.
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How hot was it?
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Bald men wearing trash bag hats hot.
Was the treasure worth the long line and $10 per person entrance fee?
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I didn’t think so.
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But you know the husband had to fully examine each and every table.
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We were there for nearly 4 hours. Me getting sweatier and crankier by the minute… him never failing to strike up a conversation with a fellow Marine.
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In his hands? Some kind of haying tool and an antique wallpaper ruler.
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And whatever this was.
Treasure?
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You be the judge.
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Zoolak?
This required some research. It certainly doesn’t sound tasty….
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And though there were vintage crates galore, not one was man cave appropriate… so I just came home with a few more albums.
Our bird bath has been a Godsend to wild creatures this dry, drought ridden summer. Birds bathe and numerous animals drink… like this thirsty little fellow.
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Now that the random apple tree has matured we’re seeing a lot more squirrels.
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The bath is simply a jump away.
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And perfect on hot days.
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As is splooting in the shade.
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🙂
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