On our way back to Connecticut, my husband and I stopped off in Pennsylvania to spend a week with my parents. To add to the mix, my oldest brother, who lives in Texas, is also visiting. This time he’s not in PA because of a funeral (as he was the last two times he was here) so our time is being filled with all kinds of activities.
One of the activities is eating since my Mom, like many moms out there, shows love with food. Since we’ve been here, there’s been a cake from Costco, two dozen cookies from Costco, an apple pie from Costco, and two gallons of Turkey Hill ice cream (all of which I said NO to), lots of sweet potato tater tots (which I said YES to), and some delicious grass-fed NY Strip Steaks (also a big YES).
We’ve gone to Hersheypark a few times
and even though I was tempted with lots of chocolate goodies, I managed to say NO to everything except a hand-dipped milkshake. My oldest brother, on the other hand, said YES to everything he could, in part to reap the benefits of an all-you-can-eat meal pass, with one of the stipulations being you must wait 90 minutes between meals. Here’s his status report throughout the day:
I wasn’t at the park with them, so this way I could live vicariously through their eating. I’d had enough Hersheypark Happy by that point and, truthfully, the park is expensive. Since my favorite parts on my visits there were attending the Sea Lion show
and walking through Zoo America,
I didn’t think it a worthwhile use of money for me to go back to the park one more time.
We had also planned to go to the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire and since they offered a substantial Labor Day discount, we took advantage of it. The Faire is expansive and there’s always a historically-based storyline that is woven throughout the entertainment, including a human chess match in the afternoon and a live-action joust at the end of the day, so it’s a pretty fancy affair.
But for some reason, I just wasn’t into it this year.
I did, however, get a kick out of seeing all the dogs at the faire. This past weekend was one of their “Royal Hound Weekends,” where dogs are encouraged to attend. I saw this royal pupper
A fluffy unicorn
And a service dog who had to wear dog muffs during the Royal Chess Match so as not to become agitated by the whips used during some of the combat scenes,
in addition to many other dogs that I did not manage to get a photo of because I felt a little self-conscious sneaking around trying to take pictures of people’s dogs.
These dog experiences remind of the time I was sorely disappointed with how commercialized the Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal Studios is and instead found absolute delight with a service puppy I met there.
And as I’m typing this, my family is discussing visiting the Civil War Museum in Harrisburg. In response to finding out the admission price is $22, I asked, “Will there be dogs there?” When my mom laughed, “no,” I replied, “then I probably shouldn’t go.
We say good-bye to Pennsylvania tomorrow and then we’ll be back in Norfolk. There, I’ll be reunited with three dogs whom I’m absolutely crazy about.
I haven’t seen them since July 1st and even though I sing Somewhere Out There to them at night while staring at the moon (seriously), it’s not the same as being around them.
I know some people still think it’s crazy that I quit my job as an associate professor to write children’s stories and play with dogs all day long, but as I reflect on how I’ve spent my time this past week, my only regret is that I didn’t quit sooner.
Your brother sounds like a real gluttonous fatso. I doubt he has ever even kissed a girl.