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withdiamonds at 09:52am on 08/10/2010
withdiamonds at 09:52am on 08/10/2010Happy Winchester Day! I have this big fear that one Friday I'm going to FORGET the show is on, just because I'm not used to it. I've already forgotten The Big Bang Theory a couple of times since it moved to Thursday.
No, surely I won't forget my boys.
Lois and I got home from Orlando around midnight Wednesday. Luckily, the middle school where I teach sign language on Wednesday nights had Open House, so it's not my fault we have to add another class on in November.
The weather was gorgeous the whole time we were there, sunny, hot but not unbearable. It was chilly and rainy in Pittsburgh while we were gone, and now it's in the 70s and sunny. Nice timing.
The race on Saturday night went fabulously. Lois walked her 4.8 miles, I ran my 8.3, and although it was humid, there was no sun, obviously, and there were no pesky asthma attacks. I didn't run as fast as I wanted to, mostly because by the time I started my leg of the race, I was with the walkers, since Lois walked, and spent most of my time trying to get around people. The course got congested at times - there were 12,000 runners - and sometimes I just had to walk, as there was no room to run. But it was fun to pass people, as I spent my last race being passed. :)
It was Disney's first relay, and they need to iron out some kinks in their logistics, which is really saying something, as logistics is something they do better than anyone. Lois spent 2 hours sitting at the Animal Kingdom waiting to be bussed to Epcot, and I spent almost 30 minutes in the baggage check line after my leg. The entire Food and Wine Festival was open for us until 3am, but by the time we were ready to party, it was almost 2.
Anyway, it was a good race and we had a good time.
There seemed to be more Americans at Disney World than anyone else. I heard a lot of Spanish, some French, but saw about two Asian folks, total. I heard absolutely no UK accents. Okay, I take that back, there was a Scottish family in Animal Kingdom, who had a little girl who was heartbroken that the tigers were too far away for her to wave at them. "I can't wave, Daddy," she kept saying. It was adorable. Anyway, lots of Americans, which meant lots of screaming kids and screaming parents. Always a good time.
I caught a cold, for which I blame the busloads of screaming kids.
Also, there were lovebugs! (If you're not familiar with Florida, in late September, early October, there are these bugs, which fly around and mate in the air, and then settle all over everything, joined together.) It was toward the end of them, but they were there. I only found a couple in my food one day at Epcot - the lobster and shrimp fisherman's stew from Ireland - so that wasn't too bad. I can remember years ago, Mom and I going to the beach with a packed lunch and having to leave before we could eat, the lovebugs were so thick.
My entire fish tank - all 51 fish - died while I was gone. Okay, there's still 2 live fish, but they don't look like they're going to stay that way. They're in a bowl on the dining room table, slowly dying. Lucy keeps drinking out of their bowls. It seems both Adam and I have been feeding them, because he kept saying he thought they were hungry. I only feed them every other day, but he didn't think that was enough so he fed them, too. I've added about 15 fish in the past few weeks, and I did increase how much food I was giving them, too. So, they ate a lot, which produced a lot of fish shit, which sent the nitrate levels in the water through the roof, which killed them all. I'm just happy I wasn't here to see it. Adam and Larry worked really hard to save them, doing water exchanges - not easy with a 155 gallon tank - and taking out the rocks and trying to clean the sand. Now I have a tank full of bad water, a ginormous pile of rocks in the middle of the living room floor, and two dying fish. I'm very sad, and Adam feels terrible. I've been working very hard to improve the tank the past month, and then we wiped out the whole thing with something completely preventable, something I knew better than to do, but it happened anyway. I'm not sure I have the heart to start over.
And now I'm off to have the kinks massaged out of my back, and to put Neville's eye drops in. He has an eye infection from digging holes in the ground and then sticking his head in them in an attempt to snort out the chipmunks.
No, surely I won't forget my boys.
Lois and I got home from Orlando around midnight Wednesday. Luckily, the middle school where I teach sign language on Wednesday nights had Open House, so it's not my fault we have to add another class on in November.
The weather was gorgeous the whole time we were there, sunny, hot but not unbearable. It was chilly and rainy in Pittsburgh while we were gone, and now it's in the 70s and sunny. Nice timing.
The race on Saturday night went fabulously. Lois walked her 4.8 miles, I ran my 8.3, and although it was humid, there was no sun, obviously, and there were no pesky asthma attacks. I didn't run as fast as I wanted to, mostly because by the time I started my leg of the race, I was with the walkers, since Lois walked, and spent most of my time trying to get around people. The course got congested at times - there were 12,000 runners - and sometimes I just had to walk, as there was no room to run. But it was fun to pass people, as I spent my last race being passed. :)
It was Disney's first relay, and they need to iron out some kinks in their logistics, which is really saying something, as logistics is something they do better than anyone. Lois spent 2 hours sitting at the Animal Kingdom waiting to be bussed to Epcot, and I spent almost 30 minutes in the baggage check line after my leg. The entire Food and Wine Festival was open for us until 3am, but by the time we were ready to party, it was almost 2.
Anyway, it was a good race and we had a good time.
There seemed to be more Americans at Disney World than anyone else. I heard a lot of Spanish, some French, but saw about two Asian folks, total. I heard absolutely no UK accents. Okay, I take that back, there was a Scottish family in Animal Kingdom, who had a little girl who was heartbroken that the tigers were too far away for her to wave at them. "I can't wave, Daddy," she kept saying. It was adorable. Anyway, lots of Americans, which meant lots of screaming kids and screaming parents. Always a good time.
I caught a cold, for which I blame the busloads of screaming kids.
Also, there were lovebugs! (If you're not familiar with Florida, in late September, early October, there are these bugs, which fly around and mate in the air, and then settle all over everything, joined together.) It was toward the end of them, but they were there. I only found a couple in my food one day at Epcot - the lobster and shrimp fisherman's stew from Ireland - so that wasn't too bad. I can remember years ago, Mom and I going to the beach with a packed lunch and having to leave before we could eat, the lovebugs were so thick.
My entire fish tank - all 51 fish - died while I was gone. Okay, there's still 2 live fish, but they don't look like they're going to stay that way. They're in a bowl on the dining room table, slowly dying. Lucy keeps drinking out of their bowls. It seems both Adam and I have been feeding them, because he kept saying he thought they were hungry. I only feed them every other day, but he didn't think that was enough so he fed them, too. I've added about 15 fish in the past few weeks, and I did increase how much food I was giving them, too. So, they ate a lot, which produced a lot of fish shit, which sent the nitrate levels in the water through the roof, which killed them all. I'm just happy I wasn't here to see it. Adam and Larry worked really hard to save them, doing water exchanges - not easy with a 155 gallon tank - and taking out the rocks and trying to clean the sand. Now I have a tank full of bad water, a ginormous pile of rocks in the middle of the living room floor, and two dying fish. I'm very sad, and Adam feels terrible. I've been working very hard to improve the tank the past month, and then we wiped out the whole thing with something completely preventable, something I knew better than to do, but it happened anyway. I'm not sure I have the heart to start over.
And now I'm off to have the kinks massaged out of my back, and to put Neville's eye drops in. He has an eye infection from digging holes in the ground and then sticking his head in them in an attempt to snort out the chipmunks.