Today, in the 97 degree weather, after a hard day’s tractor work, I came home drooping. I wanted lime sherbet. In anticipation of such a moment, I had gone to the store and bought some with my own money. Thus, when I wanted it – I HAD it. Which is the very essence of being a grown up. I put it in a large glass and drowned it in peach Fresca, one again inventing the Fresca float. This is the kind of success I intend to continue as I limp toward ancient.
To pick up the Story of Our Lives:
Once home from Santa Fe, we began to feel wanderlust. Like one week gone from home wasn’t enough to disorient me for months.
So we went to see the Mouse. I took the tiny camera— because Mouseland is not an easy place to pack a decent lens. This is our first morning. Light: blown out. Chaz’ hair: teal.
Notice Chaz’ shirt. You’d have to be a TOTAL Disney/SF nerd to get that one. Anybody get it?
Our first stop: Peter Pan in Fantasyland. You have to hit it early because the line can back up and cost you almost two hours of waiting – some of that in the hot sun. This is the only inside ride in Fantasyland that I recommend for tiny guys – the rest are really too scary. But this one is magical. My favorite since I was tiny.
Scoots’ first time with Walt. We started very easy – who knows what a tiny child will find disturbing? Especially one as fine-boned in every way as this one.
THIS is what I love about Disney. The detail. The marvelous depth of environment. Love. It’s love.
Andy on her first horseback ride. This is a gorgeous carousel.
Oh, imagineering. How I love it. I wish I could do it, but I know I haven’t got the chops.
This kid doesn’t know what’s about to happen. All he knows is that he’s sitting on a giant fake horse.
They don’t know what’s about to happen either, but I mean that in a much more metaphysical way. For them, at this place in time, the moment is everything.
WHOA! The horse moves!! Smoothest trot EVER. But look at the little girl behind Scoots.
Even G, who needs Dramamine if you spin him around too fast, took a ride.
Arthur. Scooter. Whoever – the sword does NOT come out. Not till Walt says it does.
Look at this – you have medieval Germany and Norse influences and – and – EVERYTHING charming.
Outside of It’s A Small World there are BIG topiary.
I SO want this for my yard.
Or this. No – AND this.
The big horse gets two shots.
Okay – so this is our third ride. We’re upping the ante a little each time, hoping the movement and environments will be agreeable to our young buddy. So far, so good.
Could this be a Kudu?
Could this be an aunt with a small squirrel?
And for Sharon, two shots of one giraffe.
On to TOON Town.
One of the only places a kid can drive a jalopy without going anywhere at all.
Wiat! WE’VE BEEN BOARDED!!
Aw, it’s just some Southern Californian dude – it’s chill.
Gas pumps. With fish. One of my very favorite parts of the entire place.
Look at this: hot, crowded, no naps – and still smiling.
I’m not really shooting these weird people. I was actually after the skyline.
we are always happy in this place
(to be continued)
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