Alright, me and
the family are heading out this weekend to Great Wolf Lodge, ninety minutes out
in Pennsylvania. We’re already on the
road if you’re reading this Saturday morning.
I’m looking forward to a 48-hour escape (or 36-hour, whatever the exact
number may be, I don’t care) from the house, the snow, the sub-Arctic winds,
work, bills, chores and errands.
Great Wolf is a
huge indoor waterslide park. For 48
hours (or 36), we’ll basically be transported from Iceland to the Bahamas,
climate-wise, except for when I, as the designated porter, have to shuffle
over-packed bags from our room to the Honda parked two miles out in the
lot. But that I don’t mind. We brought snacks and budgeted for wraps and
Saturday night pizzas. Stopped at the
library yesterday for the girls to stock up on books for the car ride and for
the early morning hours. My eclectic
take were a couple of books on biblical geography, an analysis of Shakespeare’s
tragedies, and the history of the New York Mets.
I intend to go
toe-to-toe with the little ones on the slides, rafts, whirlpools and
whatnot. Hopefully I won’t get stuck in
a tube, as my midsection has increased a bit since last year. But most of all, despite eight hours of
eight-year-old fun, I’m hoping to get a little rest. Though the four of us share a room with two
large beds, those beds are comfortable.
So … no post
tomorrow, but regularly scheduled programming will recommence on Monday.
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