We had waited in a respectable line to meet Merida, listening all the while to people in front of us discuss 'underground trading' for Fast Pass slots to meet other, more in-demand characters. Apparently that's a real thing.
When we reached the front, the kilted line manager noticed Riley passing the time by testing the twirl of her dress. He asked her how his own twirl was, flaring the kilt with a full 360° spin.
Gotta love those cast members who like to have fun.
Before I could ask him for an encore twirl and photo it was our turn to greet the princess...he said "Let's see if Merida's dress twirls."
Tonight, I saw an unanticipated result of our current administration's influence on today's youth.
Chandler was describing an efficiency report for Fort Stewart that he had accidentally "over-seen" while we were in Savannah recently.
His grandfather, an engineering contractor for McLean, had some reports lying on a desk, in a closed binder in the same room the boys were bunking.
Total happenstance report reading, really.
What Chan was impressed by was the efficiency of the Army as detailed in the report.He was describing how the report listed amount of wattage used per army barrack.
And that's when I spotted it.
He said "Army Buh-Rocks"
Bunk houses by this name would be the current President of the United States.
(And I'm pretty sure he didn't serve...)
We often tease ChanMan about his creative pronunciation skills, and it is a homonym, so, I won't devote any more of this post to something that may embarrass him.
However, it is an ideal time to tack on a little praise-worthy note.
For all the things they are learning to pronounce or spell or do in life, I believe these Brewer kids are well on their way to becoming fine adult human beings.
(May this post serve ever a reminder of this worthy expectaion)
Chandler especially leads the charge in this thing I describe to you now, the others participating with joie de vivre:
They have learned to spot the bright yellow embroidery on jackets, hats and patches denoting a seasoned veteran from aisles and aisles away.
They know IwoJima, Vietnam, Korea, WWII.
They stand on perpetual watch for the tell-tale car tags and camo fatigues of our service men and women.
They are ever-ready and ever-eager to grab a door, extend a hand, offer the respect they feel is due:
"Thank you for serving our country"
And to our local First Responders I often hear:
"Thank you for serving our community"
Even the Coast Guard have met with their appreciation...
...and when they were younger, Mall Security and Citadel recruits too.
(a uniform by any other name still respect demands)
Lazaretto Creek is one of my favorite spots [so far, life is young yet...oh, but not as young as she used to be]
Whether we're headed towards the ocean or away from her, I enjoy crossing over the scenic spot: boats of all sorts to one side, lonesome Cockspur Light on the other.
I enjoy spending time down near the docks even more.
Yesterday's lunch found us creekside @ CoCo's finishing arithmetic [1 Million ÷ 25] over sandwiches featuring melted cheese (there were other ingredients but it is only ever the cheese that matters) and counting our fingers to the rhythm of the music from many decades and genres .
That's all really.
Just a nickel for the Nice Day jar.
Thanks for listening.
Bonus Nickel: I learned more about lazarettos than I previously knew when getting ready to frilly up this post with links.
Double Bonus Nickels [dime?]: I learned more about Lazaretto Creek's unique history, too. And as is often the case, learning backstory plunged me deeper in love.
Triple Nickels: Discovered this song along the way. While I have not been a regular Jack White listener, connecting the rather obscure term to any correlating music is just the sort of thing I'm prone to do. I would probably like this song on that basis alone but I also like the foundation described in this All Songs Considered interview for compiling this song's album [of the same name] in which a bunch of random journal scraps became music.
I guess the song's not ALL that terrible either.
I rather like this line: " When I say nothing, I say everything. "
The real problem with a hard-hitting, right-on-the-money-Sunday-morning-sermon is my propensity to quote parts of it against my fellow man (and myself) for the rest of the week.
I don't think that's how they're supposed to work.
Whenever my phone finds a WiFi signal, it uploads my photos to Picasa.
Occasionally, I will remember to check Picasa for the "auto awesome" projects it creates for me.
My favorite are the animations. If that isn't already clear by now, stay tuned. . . the pattern will repeat itself enough in time. ..
The other day, I took photos of the sun setting. Usually, I don't even remember the Picasa feature but as I took these particular photos, I remember thinking that I hoped an animation would be created from them. I took extra to increase the chances [and also to make creating one myself easier if it didn't auto-create]
Given the time, I could probably create a longer version. However, I have not been given any time that doesn't already belong to other responsibilities and projects at the moment, so I'm pleased as punch that my little wish was granted.
