• Disney Resorts

    Sitting in bed, thunder rumbling outside. A television on, the child-like voices of cartoon characters fill the room. A woman sitting in the corner quietly reading through hotel literature. Ear bud headphones pine away like speakers made of glass. Grunge rock softly overwhelms the background noise.

    Two of us are waiting for the rain to stop. One of us is waiting for the head ache to stop. Two of us may not have that long to wait.

  • Waiting for the courage.

    Have I mentioned that I am not an outgoing person? In a room with other people, silence is not my friend. Any silence tends to be awkward silence. With my family, words come out of my mouth with nary a second thought, or any prior thought for that matter. With others, words come rarely if at all. When they do they are not something to be proud of. My intelligence quotient takes a 30 point drop with others in the room, and heaven knows I don’t have points to spare. All I want to do is relax and be myself. Why is that so hard?

  • Best laid plans.

    Have I mentioned that Cheryl is not a patient person? I pity anyone in her path when her patience is overtaxed. On morning two of our Spring Disney Fling, Cheryl planned to leave early for the park, sans significant other, with offspring in tow. She was going with a friend and her child. They all left around 7:30 to fetch a resort bus to the park thinking they had plenty of time. About a half an hour later, after said significant other was finished showering and shaving, Cheryl came storming back into the room with the temperament of a raging bull. She stomped over to her purse, grabbed her car keys, and raged out of the room ranting: “we waited half an hour for that bus and it was full!”

    I pity Cheryl’s friend. I wonder if she knew.