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That Sobbing Sound Is Me

Okay, I’m not that bad. Well, I did throw my arm across my forehead like a 1930s movie star when I saw how much laundry I have to do, the lack of food in the fridge, and the fact that the upstairs toilet doesn’t want to flush. You know, all the goodness of home!

I’m pulling the final vacation photos off the cards right now. We stopped for lunch in Sandwich (heh) and Mr. Dump requested water view dining, which over the course of the week cost the 7 of us approximately $400 for two meals (including a lunch where two of us had tuna melts), so you know I was a little apprehensive.

We were headed for a place we ate lunch at in 2005, but we spotted “Seafood Sams” in the same area and decided that would be a much cheaper choice. And it was. Food was pretty good (clam strips and FANTASTIC ONION RINGS) with a view of the channel, so we saw boats going by, including a tugboat hauling ass and a very large ship that we couldn’t figure out for the life of us. It looked like it had HVAC stuff on the deck, so we decided it was full of frozen fish. We have no idea if we were right, but who is going to tell us it wasn’t?

Mr. Dump let me take a bunch of photos in the marina and on the canal, thus ending my vacation with a little photo shoot that actually made me feel happy because it meant that my day included something other than packing and driving home.

On the canal I spotted a ginormous yacht…I mean, words don’t do this thing justice. I made sure I got a picture with the name of it so I could look it up. I’m on the website right now, looking at the photos of the interior, and it’s enough to make you ill with envy. The funny thing was that this yacht was towing a boat that most of us could never afford. Sort of like a million dollar motor home towing a BMW behind it. So here is my photo of the yacht, along with the link to the info about her.

Lohengrin, originally uploaded by Big DumpTruck.


The Panic is Setting In

We’re staring down the end of vacation now, and I’m starting to get depressed. I don’t want this to end. I don’t think we’ve done everything we wanted to. I don’t ant to go back to my routine. Shocking, of course, given how fabulous this house and the location and the ocean and the tacky gift shops are. Who wants to leave that behind? I’m typing this on the deck, rootbeer at my side, looking out at the tide coming in and the sun going down. The sky is glorious (photos to follow, maybe later tonight or tomorrow) and if you know me at all, you know how much I love a glorious sky. Clouds fascinate me, sunsets thrill me. I have both tonight. I don’t want to go home, because I can’t see the sun setting on the ocean from my house, damn the luck!

Sorry, I didn’t mean to rant. I know a lot of people who didn’t get to go to the beach this week, and I know I should just keep my woe-is-me good fortune to myself. But I’m still really sad that the week is winding down. I want to start all over from the beginning, damn it!



Scofflaw, originally uploaded by Big DumpTruck.

The place we’re staying is surrounded by killer rabbits. At least, that’s what we call them. Actually, now we call them the No Trespassing Rabbits because obviously they don’t care for our signs and warnings.

So far we’ve seen a ton of rabbits, a doe, and a fox. Deb thought there was a fishercat sort of growling in the tall grass near the house, but we don’t have a visual confirmation on that. It definitely wasn’t a rabbit. Well, it could have been a killer rabbit, I suppose.

Last night we had a pouring rainstorm (we estimated about an inch of rain based on what was inside a large plastic bin we had out on the deck and had emptied earlier in the day. This morning it’s just dank and foggy and we all feel completely wet. They say there will be sun later today, but it may rain again. That’s okay, we haven’t been to a Christmas Tree Shop yet, plus we still need to find some pirate ships that will actually float in the water. You know, the life of a vacationing 9-year-old is a busy one.

[More pictures uploaded, including another version of the sun behind clouds photo from Sunday]


day one – sun rays

day one – sun rays, originally uploaded by Big DumpTruck.

Hello everybody! It’s day two here at the Cape, but the photo I’m sharing was from day one. Your best bet for following along with us on vacation is to keep an eye on my Flickr page, because I’ll be uploading photos every day but I won’t be posting all of them on the Big DumpTruck.

Yesterday the humidity followed us down to the Cape, and it was just gross-sticky, but today it’s GAW-JUSS down here. The kids and my BIL and Sister went for a bike ride, and I took a walk down to one of the little beaches where I got fantastic photos last year. This morning there were too many boats to get a good shot (I’ll take what I can get, if I’m stuck with the 2005 photos, that’s okay) but I found a little field with all these amazing flowers in them!


A Packing I Will Go

Packing to go on vacation = fun and exciting because the whole vacation is just a week of possibilities waiting on the golden horizon.

Packing to come home = sucks.

We are doing the former. In a week, we do the latter. I will have my laptop with me to pull photos off my camera, and apparently the house has wifi, so you may just have something to read/look at over the course of the week, depending on how often I pull out the laptop.

I know you’re going to miss me, so I’m going to remind you of a game I rediscovered (via a bookmark I made of it) so that you can keep busy. Idle minds being the devil’s workshop and all.


Is It Wednesday Yet?

Sheesh, this is taking forever! I’ll be good, though.

Hey, that book I talk about below? The author really really hates Disney. Like, REALLY hates them. So now I’m sort of on the fence about recommending the book. Okay, I’m still enjoying the book but I think Mr. Anti-Disney (“Too bad that inferno is now burning up the whole Sunshine State” – said in reference to the spark that ignited Disney’s theme park flame.)

So the point I’d like to make to the author is that if it weren’t for the major attractions in Orlando, most of these roadside oddities would suffer from a large lack of visitors. Instead, people like me planning a trip down to see the mouse will buy his book to look for other places to visit while I’m down there. Do you really think a family from Massachusetts would plan an entire trip to see the Indian River Citrus Museum?


Vaction Planner = Me

I’m the kind of person who finds planning a vacation as relaxing and enjoyable as going on one. Maybe more so, because when you are planning, everything and anything is possible, there are no lines or bugs or heat, no need to pull out the credit card every fifteen minutes, no maps to read or refold. I love trying to pick just the right hotel at just the right location. I could spend hours on travel websites looking at the interiors of hotel rooms. I’m smart enough to know that if a hotel’s website only shows closeups of the pillows on the bed or the bedside table, the room is probably the size of a small dog.

So every time we go to Florida (and sometimes even when we aren’t going) I am in planning mode times 12. I get books. I read websites (lots of them) and my favorite email newsletter from (If you enjoy Disney and don’t get this weekly newsletters, your Tuesdays are a cold and dank place I don’t want to be.) Remember, one of my photos is on their website (scroll all the way down – the last photo on the page is mine.)

This time around, Mr. Dump asked to be the planner guy, and I said yes. So my role has been greatly reduced. I only got one updated guide (I’m saving all my old ones…some day we’ll read and look at the pictures and say “oh my gosh, it hasn’t been like that for 10 years!”). But I also got a book called Oddball Florida: A Guide to Some Really Strange Places (Oddball series). It’s really really good and now I want to take a trip to Florida and just hit all these awful tourist attractions! By the way, my new favorite street name comes from the location of the Water Ski Hall of Fame and Museum – it is located on Holy Cow Road in Polk City. Holy Cow Road! I want to live on Holy Cow Road!

So that’s all I have to say today. I’m still killing time. I can tell you, I won’t be finishing the Oddball Florida book in the next few days.


Red Sox Win The World Series

I am moving some of my archived photos over to Flickr, if they are good enough to live there. This one, taken the day after the Sox won the World Series in 2004, is one of my favorite photos ever, combining my great love of Walt Disney World and the Red Sox.

We watched the game(s) from our hotel room at the Beach Club Resort. The day after the win, we went to the Magic Kingdom, because as they say in the commercials, “I’m going to Disney World!” My eyes COMPLETELY teared up when we saw the entire length of Main Street, both sides, lined with Red Sox balloons. I could not have been prouder at that moment.

Oh, so anyway, Flickr has this thing called “Explore” that everyone wants to get into because typically only the best photos are in Explore. This photo was added, then dropped, and added and dropped again this week. If you look at the little picture over on the right that links to my flickr photos, it currently says 1 photo in Explore. If it says 2, that’s a good thing. If you happen to have a moment, could you click on this photo to look at it in detail on the flickr site? You don’t have to comment on it if you don’t have a flickr account, but it would be really cool if I could get this one back into Explore.


For Your Viewing Pleasure

[This is a good test to see if my sister is paying attention.]

The other day we were at the new Best Buy in Leominster and I found a “bargain” video set that I bought to bring on our trip to the Cape with my sister’s family. The last time we went down, in 2005, I brought down two collections of movies – 13 hours of 1950s and 60s Monster movies and another set of 13 hours of Sci Fi movies from the same era. That’s some damned good entertainment. The boys became enamored of Gamera and some of the Sci Fi movies. One that comes to mind has the astronauts stepping outside of the spaceship with nothing to tether them to it, they just hover on the outside like they are standing on the ledge of a tall building.

This time I’m going to be bringing down 3 hours and 50 minutes of Classic Commercials. Oh ya, it’s going to be a hot time in the old Cape House in August!


Ahh, Screw It

Stupid Fenway tickets. Stupid waiting rooms and sold out games. Stupid not ever being able to take Junior to a Red Sox game yet, and he’s nine.

So you know what? We picked up 3 tickets to a Sox/Orioles game IN Baltimore for September. Got onto their site, picked the game (9/8)…bing bang boom, done. So that’s going to be a mini-vacation for us. I am going to find a fancy-pants hotel with a fantastic view, and I will get to enjoy a game in one of the parks I have ALWAYS wanted to visit. I am actually far more excited about this than I would be if I picked up 3 tickets for a home game.

If the step-kids are reading, sorry we didn’t get 5 tickets. I’ll have to owe you one…