it feels like it's been months, not weeks... probably because it's the longest time i've spent (continously) living in the moment. i spend so much my day-to-day life trying to keep myself and everyone on schedule:
piano lessons, cubs & beavers, co-ops and classes, laundry, groceries, library due dates, suppper on the table, hurry: you'll miss the bus, how much allowance do i have left?
being at an amusement park almost everyday forces you to just BE
even the driving had to be taken as it came - watching the road, speed limits, seeing if this next exit would be a pit stop for gas or food or restrooms.
a change is as good as a rest, and i feel my head lived somewhere far, far away from where it usually resides. here's small taste of our fantasyland:
our pirate hostel in st augustine was a blast...
...with an old fashioned telephone box, and a common room full of toys
finally someone's calling it like it is:
although i think fierce believed this is where all his old toys were now being 'stored'
'uncle travelling matt'
and then there was that unfortunate mishap
what's disney without a parade?
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