Sunday 5pm
Exhausting ride up to the hotel. My wife and I couldn't hate each other more. Living is pointless. We just got in from shopping in North Conway. "They" are playing some Colorform game on the bed. I'm sitting in the corner with my back to the window and feet up on a chair. Iced coffee(my only friend in the world) sits by my side. I had a hot dog with bacon and cheese for lunch. It was fantastic. I'm thinking of sleeping in the bathtub like John Lennon in "Norwegian Wood". They sell clam chowder next door. I wish my family was a sniper rifle. I should have brought my banjo. Swine is the only meat I dig. It's funny because it's the only animal I have empathy for. While pumping gas a few years back, a hog on its way to slaughter called out to me, as it drove by in the back of a pick up truck. Kind of a wee wee wee sound as it passed me. To me it translated into, " I don't want to die, do something D.O.M". OK, now I have to go get them Wendy's.
Monday 7pm
Tension eased up from yesterday. We are winding down in the hotel room. This morning's breakfast had a Katrina disaster victim feel to it. It was "served" buffet style, in what looked like a make-shift relief center. The food was set up on tables on one side and a bunch of folding tables with not nearly enough chairs to go around. Lots of parents just milling around drinking coffee while children and the elderly sat and ate their cereal. No hotel staff to be seen,just a couple of hobos who kept the coffee and bagels coming. I was half expecting a spokesman from F.E.M.A. to come in with some kind of de-briefing. Good coffee though. Storyland was OK, I got to ride on a train. The kids liked it too. At dinner tonight we all stormed out of a restaurant before our dinner arrived because they had no diet Coke and Vicki lost it. We had a Mickey D picnic back at the hotel. I felt that I had a better grasp of reality today.
Tuesday
Slept on floor, to shut family up. Went to Santa's Village. Absolute highlight of the trip(maybe the year!) was when this annoying little girl, could not have been more than two, smacked her head on some cement stairs and started crying. I was behind the little beast for a half an hour, her mother let her run all over the place. She had a, isnt my daughter so cute as she tears appart your stuff attitude. After she bashed her head, her Mom picked her up. The little girl was rubbing her ear and crying. I was grining ear to ear with the biggest smile, looking right at the mother. It was all I could do to keep from laughing. I wish I had a megaphone so I could laugh right in the girls crying face.
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