It is 8 AM, Sunday
morning, and darn if I didn't wake up early enough to watch my
favorite TV show of the same name! Ah, well, next week. 6:30
AM is an indecent time on a Sunday morning. Maybe I'll remember to tape it.
The streets are
wet. It must have rained.
I had a vivid dream just
before awakening, perhaps a dream that's trying to tell me
We were at our
friends' home, except it wasn't their marina home or their
mountain home. Pierre and Claudie had another home that we'd
never been to -- in Provence
in the south of France!
From the portico at
the back of their house, we stood admiring the panoramic view of
the French countryside. This was serene living,
so beautiful and so peaceful.
Like living in a dream.
Then we heard a yell. Pierre
was in the kitchen behind us, clutching his chest.
DH and I had been
recertified for CPR two months ago, and we hopped into
action. With an arm over each of our shoulders, Pierre was
lead to a divan on the portico. He was coherent, although in
I ran to the phone to
call 9-1-1. There was no answer.
At that moment, I awoke.
OK...so what does it all mean?
No EMS services in
What does one do if
there is no one answers?
Call the nearest
hospital? Call his doctor?
there. What next?
Drive to the nearest
Pierre, are you
Thank God for the
Net. With help from google.com, the answers that eluded my
subconscious mind -- and troubled it enough to dream about it -- were at my fingertips:
Other good sources of
of this reality info makes you a tad squeamish and uneasy, there's even an
EMS humor site to break the tension right
As I "preach"
at work, prevention is best, so today I will walk my talk.
Today, I will have a
long, enchanted walk with my DH and our dogs in our community park,
maybe even the regional park. Maybe Disneyland to
watch the light show?
I want more warm and
I like cuddling up
close, when it grows dark.
I want us to enjoy
more "good old days."
So I'm off, putting my
dream to good use. Now you run along, too. Or at least
By noon, we were up and at `em,
driving over to Blockbusters to buy the Snow White & the 7
Dwarves DVD. Our first DVD ever.
Did you know there were originally 20
dwarves? They were down to 8, when they caught Hungry,
If you didn't get it, not to
worry. DH didn't. Nothing's worse than having to explain
a morbid joke.
Next stop was Best Buy to looky-loo digital cameras. Maybe the Sony? Perhaps the Nikon?
DH is a professional researcher, whose skills spill over into our
lives. We were doing field work.
I'm your basic "point and
don't plan to do portraits, but hey, ya never know. My needs are modest:
- something mid-range: > 1
megabyte, < 3 mb. 2 is about right
- small enough for my handbag, about
the size of my present Olympus non-digital "point and
We were getting hungry and drove down
the freeway to
Downtown Disney, to the Rainforest Café, a
heavily-themed restaurant that fits perfectly in DD, complete with a
waterfall, rain, animatronic elephants, gorillas, and toucans. It
was our first time, and my, my, it was a jungle in there.
I was impressed with its most amazing
gigantic salt-water aquarium -- two 8 foot, floor to ceiling,
vertical cylinders connected by a horizontal cylinder above the
entrance of the restaurant.
Although the wait was long, I didn't
mind it at all. I was mesmerized by the salt water, tropical reef
fish. Vibrantly colored or iridescent, each was a masterpiece
of Nature's art. I grew up with many of them, swimming with them in Hawaiian
reef waters. I never appreciated them as I do now.
Seeing the fish from the bottom up,
as they swam from one vertical cylinder to the other via the
horizontal passageway, was trippy. Kinda like looking up
girls' dresses through an acrylic floor. Trippy.
Talking about trippy: The
"rainforest canopy" was definitely trippy for us
plant-lovers. Maybe someone should have consulted a
horticulturist? Five different species of flowers blooming from the
same vine is botanically impossible.
I especially loved the midnight sky
above us. The pinpoint stars were actually twinkling with
occasional meteors streaking by. I would have loved to take that sky
home with me and install it on our bedroom ceiling.'Trés romantique.
a look at the stars
Our server was warm and friendly Kelly,
always with a smile, and unflustered in spite of the
non-stop busy-ness and requests for picture-taking, at least three
while we were there..
The surprisingly good crabcake
sandwich and BBQ beef wrap with fries, washed down with tall glasses
of draft beer, made for a thumbs up, tasty lunch for a Sunday
afternoon. The servings were ample, and I was too stuffed to have
the dessert I had anticipated, an Almond Mocha Cappuchino.
Instead, we opted for regular black coffee, perfectly
We experienced three thunderstorms, once every half hour. The roar of the thunder is (very) LOUD and the streaks of lightning, dramatic against the threatening skies.
Like I said, it is very theme-y. Between the storm and the (way too) LOUD Brazilian music, this is not a quiet, romantic restaurant, and it was a challenge to talk above it all. Blue Bayou is far superior for relaxed dining and wooing and romancing. I think the concept folks should visit a real rainforest. Except for birds singing, they are very quiet, peaceful places...
Overall, for a complete dining experience worthy of Disney, tasty food and lots of it, friendly service, and ambience, I give it *** out of ****.
We walked across the way to the movie
theatres and bought our Harry Potter opening day tickets (next
Friday). M'm m'm.
We browsed the candle and silver
shops, walking off our lunch. We decided to forego the crowds
in the parks, and postpone the light show to another night, maybe a
slow Wednesday night?
On the way home, DH dropped me off at
our nearby Barnes & Noble bookstore, and I browsed to my heart's
content, while he went home to browse digital cameras on the
Internet. I ended my day with three purchases: the classic Pat
the Bunny book for Cee's newest nephew, Kelen; a Chicken
Soup for the Writer's Soul book; and a Log
Home Living magazine.
Right now, it is 10:41 pm, and I'm
writing this, half watching the 50th
Anniversary of I LOVE LUCY, which means the show is
almost exactly as old as we are. Time flies, memories remain.
"Life is a Gift."
P.S. If you would
like to share a portion of yourself with words, in response to
this journal entry, you may do it here.
only gift is a portion of thyself..."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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