we could gather the red tide in our hands
So, I'm hanging out in Florida at the mo, using the resort's weird connection and waiting for everyone to decide on a destination for today. I think I'm finally over the fatigue of a two-day long car trip to Florida. See, I can't sleep in cars anymore unless I'm completely dead tired, and even then, it has to be a smooth ride and I need to be comfortable. My family packs an obscene amount of stuff, so it takes up most of the van. As a result, it's very difficult to recline the chair, or put your feet somewhere so you won't get cramped. We wake up very early to go out and drive. I do not get much sleep. This makes me a cranky, quiet person for the entire trip down.
We stopped on the way down to Florida to pay a visit to my aunt, who lives in South Carolina. This is the super-cool aunt on my father's side of the family, who lives in a century-old former boarding house on a big patch of land, and takes care of many cats and their kittens. She also has five pecan trees on her land, which I went about stripping of their nutty bounty. I got a full shopping bag of pecans, which my mother claimed wasn't enough for all of us, so we gathered yet another bagful of pecans for the rest of the family. I fully intend to bake with these suckers.
Since we've been here, we've been to the Osceola flea market, where I bought Pokemon card decks for my babysitting kids, and a few new books for myself: "The Shooting Party," by Anton Chekov, "The Secret History of the Pink Carnation," by Lauren Willig, and "The Collector of Hearts", by Joyce Carol Oates. "The Collector of Hearts" was supposed to be a grotesque collection of horror, but it didn't read that way to me. It dealt with fear, yes, and insanity and modern-day terrors, but I wouldn't classify it as horror. (Some of it *was* quite grotesque.) Her writing style is quite unique: many stream-of-consciousness run-ons and a strange, incoherent sense of time. I enjoyed it in small pieces, which is why I'm glad it was a collection of short stories.
We went to Downtown Disney yesterday, and naturally stopped at Ghirardelli's to get sundaes. I LOVE their sundaes. I had the hot fudge, but I fully intend to get another kind later. The baby received many compliments from passersby, which is as it should be. After the sundaes, we went shopping at the humongous Disney store, their candy store, Christmas store, and art store, (I was disappointed at the lack of Mulan art,) and Basin St, which is a sort of bath product store. It has a huge collection of glycerin soaps, and most of them smell lovely. Am contemplating on purchasing a salt scrub from them. At the art place in Disney, I watched a man make dragons out of glass. Fascinating. I should learn and set up a business of my very own! I will make strange distorted shapes and sell them off as high art.
Amazingly, I haven't spent much while here. Congratulations to me!
Meanwhile, it looks like the tribe has reached a decision. Off I go!
We stopped on the way down to Florida to pay a visit to my aunt, who lives in South Carolina. This is the super-cool aunt on my father's side of the family, who lives in a century-old former boarding house on a big patch of land, and takes care of many cats and their kittens. She also has five pecan trees on her land, which I went about stripping of their nutty bounty. I got a full shopping bag of pecans, which my mother claimed wasn't enough for all of us, so we gathered yet another bagful of pecans for the rest of the family. I fully intend to bake with these suckers.
Since we've been here, we've been to the Osceola flea market, where I bought Pokemon card decks for my babysitting kids, and a few new books for myself: "The Shooting Party," by Anton Chekov, "The Secret History of the Pink Carnation," by Lauren Willig, and "The Collector of Hearts", by Joyce Carol Oates. "The Collector of Hearts" was supposed to be a grotesque collection of horror, but it didn't read that way to me. It dealt with fear, yes, and insanity and modern-day terrors, but I wouldn't classify it as horror. (Some of it *was* quite grotesque.) Her writing style is quite unique: many stream-of-consciousness run-ons and a strange, incoherent sense of time. I enjoyed it in small pieces, which is why I'm glad it was a collection of short stories.
We went to Downtown Disney yesterday, and naturally stopped at Ghirardelli's to get sundaes. I LOVE their sundaes. I had the hot fudge, but I fully intend to get another kind later. The baby received many compliments from passersby, which is as it should be. After the sundaes, we went shopping at the humongous Disney store, their candy store, Christmas store, and art store, (I was disappointed at the lack of Mulan art,) and Basin St, which is a sort of bath product store. It has a huge collection of glycerin soaps, and most of them smell lovely. Am contemplating on purchasing a salt scrub from them. At the art place in Disney, I watched a man make dragons out of glass. Fascinating. I should learn and set up a business of my very own! I will make strange distorted shapes and sell them off as high art.
Amazingly, I haven't spent much while here. Congratulations to me!
Meanwhile, it looks like the tribe has reached a decision. Off I go!