So, had the week been going better, I would probably be in bed right now, or trying to be. Instead I'm not and I'm telling you why.
A couple months back my siblings started talking about having a family gettogether. We haven't had one in ages and while everyone is on good terms with everyone else and visits mostly our parents and all we haven't all been under the same roof since before the pandemic began and if you rule out funeral-related reasons even longer than that. It was supposed to be a long weekend, starting tomorrow, gathering near Washington, D.C., as a spot reasonably central for everyone except me and ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnyhugger. Blame being west of the Appalachians; when you live in a former 13 Colony it's hard to imagine places west of the Proclamation Line of 1763.
We were planning to drive, my thinking being that it isn't so much farther than we've done going out to Knoebels, and this would save us the stress of flying and the expense of renting a car when we're there. It would also mean that we could piggyback this trip into seeing bunnyhugger's brother and his fiancée in their new home, along the way stopping in at Dorney Park (with a roller coaster reaching its centennial this year). Maybe also Binghamton, the city with the five antique carousels.
But with our pet rabbit's health problems diagnosed --- and not knowing yet how to manage his problems, the big problem before housing him with bunnyhugger's parents or anyone else while we leave town --- I didn't have the heart to face a half-day of driving. Or feel like I'd be able to go looking at D.C.-area stuff while thinking of him.
So and with reluctance we cancelled that. Everybody in my family understands, and thinks we're making a good choice and the one they would make in our place, and sends their love and their hope that our rabbit is comfortable. We have vague plans to do a Facetime or something this weekend, and that bunnyhugger and I will need to get out to siblings and such and I don't know when we'll manage. Sometime soon, I hope.
And now I bring you ... the last Halloweekends pictures. Good luck guessing what amusement park or pinball tournament is next ...
Giant Wheel seen from the side, behind Calypso and its queue.
And now a look over at Wild Mouse, hidden behind ... I'm not sure what this is. Probably Matterhorn.
But there's Wild Mouse's not-actually-useful entry arch (you can just walk around the arch, you don't even need it to enter the ride). The mouse atop this sign is unnamed and somewhat naturally colored. The brightly-colored mice on the small signs have different names, ones that match the non-cheese cars and audio recordings.
And yes, it's the Hotel Breakers lobby! The hotel stayed open Sunday night into Monday morning, meaning that among other things it was a good spot to step in, dry off a little, use the bathroom, and take the shortcut from the Boardwalk entrance/exit to the parking lot.
One lone person left waiting for whoever might be staffing the counter after closing at the end of the season.
Skeleton riding one of the ``damaged'' horses. I wasn't sure they had the mechanism to make them quiver turned on this year but getting close enough to this one confirmed, it did shake, just not so much as I had expected.
Trivia: Cleveland offered to host the 1916 Olympic Games when the ongoing war made the Berlin location unacceptable to the British and French Olympic committees. Source: Encyclopedia of the Modern Olympic Movement, Editors John E Findling, Kimberly D Pelle. (Newark, New Jersey, also offered. Wikipedia notes Cleveland had been one of the candidate sites when the location was decided in 1912. So was Alexandria, which would have given Africa any Olympics site.) (I am curious whether the games might have gone on had a neutral country like the United States or plausibly neutral one like Egypt been host.)
Currently Reading: John Adams, David McCullough.
