We got word yesterday that my wife’s maternal grandfather is dying at home and may have as little as a day to live. My wife was already planning a trip to Mexico in three weeks to visit her grandmother with her mother. So they changed their tickets to today and flew on an 8am plane from Tampa by way of Atlanta.
Disney marathon
Today is Monday. Yesterday I spent over 13 hours at Walt Disney World Magic Kingdom. That calculation is no exaggeration. We walked into the monorail boarding area before 10am and left that area for the parking lot after 11pm. Holy cow. I spent a couple hours reading Bill Bryson’s I’m A Stranger Here Myself in Ray’s Cosmic Food Something-Or-Other, listening to the automated entertainer Sonny Eclipse. I finally left Ray’s because the smell was just too much for me. Disney is not the place to sit in a cafe and waste half a day. That place is desigined to keep you on your feet and moving through the machine.
Mensuration, aethetics and context
The things I like most are immeasurable. To measure them would be to take them out of context. Like a summer’s day.