Well, maybe a little bit on my nose, but not enough to be painful. (Thank the gods!)
We had a terrific day at the park. It’s small, compared to Disney or Busch Gardens, but big enough to fill a day and leave you pleasantly exhausted. And at only $25/day/ticket (online special), it was a bargain. And attendance is light on Monday-Thursday, so there’s very little time wasted waiting in line for the best rides. (This last bit of wisdom came straight from a season-pass-holder I met outside the arcade. She was a friendly southern woman who was in the mood to chat, which is a great combination when you want the scoop on local stuff.)
I did wind up with sore spots on my feet, where blisters were threatening to form, but those healed within 24 hours. And my chunky thighs got a little chafed from rubbing on the bottoms of my denim shorts, which had the audacity to get in the way while they were trying to rub on each other, of all things! But that cleared up by Thursday, too.
And the BC12 and the BC19 had a great time… without the squabbling that brothers seem to do as naturally as breathing. Maybe they’re growing up?
The BC12’s friend didn’t show up at the pick-up point, so it was just the family (strange as our particular family is). I think it was probably better that way.
Oh, and guess who’s the bravest in the family?
Moi, of course.
Well, at least in terms of daredevil rollercoaster-riding.
I was the only one with the metaphorical balls to ride the biggest, loopiest coaster in the park. (I have no idea what its name is, but it’s the orange one near the waterpark, so look for it if you go there.) In fact, I was the only one on it at all, no other riders that go-round, and in the front seat, naturally. Such a blast!
The BC12 said he could hear me laughing from his seat on the ground, 50 feet or so away from the ride. I’m not surprised, as I was whooping and laughing from the first swoop down to the braking at the finish.
Now, I’m no coaster connoisseur, but I do have a strong preference for the ones with the seats suspended from the rails, rather than perched atop them like train cars. I find the suspended coasters have a smoother ride, which my arthritis-developing neck surely appreciates. And I feel safer in them, so I can relax and enjoy the thrills without feeling like I’d better have a good time, ’cause it might be the last thing I ever do, ya know?
Anyhoo, it’s back to the work grind and with a vengeance.
I had to go in 4 hrs early Thursday night (my first night back) and work 12 hrs, then yesterday I had to attend (as in mandatory, no option to decline) 4 hrs of training that started at 5 p.m. Yep, right in the middle of my “night” and timed to start 6 hrs before my normal workshift. Which I still had to show up for. That means I left the training yesterday evening around 9, went home for an hour and a half, then had to go back and work at 11 p.m. My supervisors did let me leave 2 hrs early, and I’d found someone willing to come in and work for me, so I clocked out at 5 a.m. and am off until 11 p.m. tonight. (Whew!)
I’m pretty pooped right now and expect I’ll be asleep by 8 or so, which will put me awake much earlier than usual this evening… so I might just make it out to participate in WWKIP day after all! I’m not aware of any organized events in G’ville, so I’ll probably just head over the a bookstore and pull out the baby aran’s sleeve and see if I can’t get it back on track. Time’s flying and I have little knitting progress to show for it.
And guess what baby arrived earlier this week? Yep, the second baby for whom I’m making a sweater this summer. Thank goodness it won’t be sweater weather for several months (knock on wood)… and you can be sure I’m making the 12-month size (for both of them), so they’ll fit right into spring. With no real rush to finish them “before the babies outgrow them.” (Heh, heh, heh… see, there’s a method to my madness!)
** Thanks for asking, Linda! I forget sometimes that people actually read this thing and may expect a little continuity. Or at least an occasional new post.