What is Vacation Anyway?

Jen and I both booked a vacation day for tomorrow.  All week I’ve been looking toward Friday thinking… you can do it… you can make it there.  Now, it’s also my birthday so I’m not really looking forward to that, but otherwise… yeah, get here.

But what is a vacation day anyway?  It used to be this glorious thing.  Now… it’s the same as any other day, just without the whole work thing.  On that front it’s still wonderful but we can’t really do anything special.  You can’t make any cool plans for your day off that don’t involve staying home.  We’re trying to come up with things, but most of what we have won’t happen for a couple of weeks.  Yesterday we spent my lunch hour planning major kitchen renovations.  It’s all up in the air at the moment, but it does involve hiring my step daughter to do some painting.  More to come on that.

So I just need to get through the work day today and then I can start a glorious, social distanced, long weekend.

Oh, did I mention there’s a chance Jen might be cutting my hair this weekend?  It’s going to be AWESOME!


What can I say, I like taking pictures of water.  Fountains, lakes, waterfalls, whatever.














I also changed the layout of this page… and if history is accurate, we can expect I’ll change it 5-6 more times before I settle on something.

Also, have you voted yet?  It’s Super Tuesday, is your state involved?  If so… vote.



On Sunday we flew across half a continent and then went to Epcot Center and I walked until I couldn’t walk anymore.  Then on Monday we went to Hollywood Studios and then to Magic Kingdom where we stayed until late late and I was so tired that I could barely move.  Today we went to Epcot again and stayed for something like seven hours and then went to The Boardwalk and continued the endless walking and my legs hurt so much I can’t see straight.

…..and after all that I still mixed a song for The RPM Challenge and uploaded it all over the world using the guest wifi at Disney.

That is some grade A dedication right there, kiddos.  Testify!

To Do List

I’ve probably mentioned most of this before, but why not do it again?  I put up a new blog post on the RPM Challenge website.  Here’s what I wrote:

I am leaving for Disney World on Sunday before dawn so all of this crap needs to be done before I leave.  I think I can do some mixing in my hotel room at night before sleep, but if I don’t get to it all I’ll be home to finish it off on the 29th.  I need all of the tracking done before I go and any song that isn’t done goes onto the dropped list.

So what’s left?

Song #7 needs a bass, drums, and guitar leads.

Song #10 needs bass and drums.

Song #12 needs bass and drums.

Song #18 needs guitar leads.

That’s it.  The three bass and drum tracks are just midi in GarageBand.  I can do those with headphones on tonight before bed.  The guitar leads will be noisy, I’ll have to find some time to do that tomorrow in between packing and vacation prepping.

No problem!

The Florida trip starts on Sunday, but my actual vacation starts in just over four hours.

I’m ready.

I’m so completely ready.


I live and work (and breathe and exist) in Massachusetts.  My step son lives with us half of the time and lives in New Hampshire with his father the rest of the time.  He goes to school in Dad’s town, not ours.  New Hampshire and Massachusetts hold their public school vacations in February and April on different weeks.  That’s why I completely forgot that this week was school vacation in Massachusetts.

I was driving to work this morning, thinking I left the house too late to get to the office on time, and I was kinda shocked at the utter lack of traffic jams.  There were a couple of notable slow spots, but nothing too infuriating.  The traffic was so light that I was actually weirded out.  Like, did something happen?  Should I turn on the radio to find out what’s going on?  Then it hit me… school vacation.  That glorious week where traffic problems magically disappear.  I literally let out a sigh of relief.  Oh hap-hap-happy day.

Normally the traffic is good during New Hampshire’s vacation week too, but not quite as good.  That won’t effect me this year though.  Why?  Because Jen and Harry and I are going down to Florida to spend Harry’s week off with our ol’ racist, possibly full on nazi, Uncle Walt.  We’re going to Disney World.

I may have written about this before but when I was a senior in High School my friend Damon was in a death metal band called Peanut Butter and Anarchy.  He wrote a song called “Mickey Mouse is the Anti-Christ.”  If I were to say that the lyrics to that song were brilliant, then I would be making an understatement the likes of which the English language has never before seen.  They weren’t brilliant.  They were brilliant times a thousand.  They were so far beyond brilliant that things that actually are brilliant looked like a fly buzzing around a lump of cow shit in a field somewhere in the mid-west.  The song was so popular with our little music department nerd sub-clique (or whatever it was) that when a local newspaper wrote a little blurb about possible cult activity at the high school we knew beyond any doubt that they were talking about us.  That’s why I still to this day think of a trip to Disney World as going to worship.

We’re getting close to the point where we need to start packing bags.  I just looked at an extended forecast for Orlando and the current prediction is for temperatures ranging from the high 60’s to the mid 80’s.  That’s shorts weather for sane people, but for me it’s jeans and a t-shirt weather.  The resort we’re staying in has a pretty epic pool so I’ll need a bathing suit, though my personal swimming mode of choice is more like boiling myself alive in a hot tub.  We’ll pick up sunscreen at the resort and I’ll want to wear a baseball hat and shades for the sun.  I’ll need my CPAP machine, unfortunately, and my laptop with some air travel entertainment downloaded.  I’ve spent so much time on music this month that I’ve fallen behind on every show I watch (except Star Trek: Picard.  I’m hanging on literally every word in that show, and hey it’s Seven of Nine!).  Other than that (and a tooth brush and some deodorant, oh yeah and my camera), I think I’m good.

I am pretty bummed that Disney World chose the month of February to close down the best ride in Magic Kingdom, Splash Mountain (of course).  They couldn’t have done that in March?  Jerks.  Let’s be real though, this trip is not about Magic Kingdom.  It’s not about Epcot.  It’s certainly not about Animal Kingdom.  It’s all about Hollywood Studios.  It’s all about Galaxy’s Edge.  It’s all about Rise of the Resistance.





I want to absorb every single inch of the Star Wars experience that is Galaxy’s Edge.  I want to delight in every spec of dust.  If it’s in Galaxy’s Edge then I want to do it.  I want to build a droid.  I really, really want to build a light saber (even though its insanely expensive).  I want to ride in the Millennium Falcon.  I want to do whatever Rise of the Resistance does.  That one I bet I am going to want to do over and over again.  I just looked up wait times.  Smuggler’s Run is 120+ minutes.  Rise of the Resistance is closed.  Well thanks for putting the fear of the Dark Side into me, you god damned Mouse!!!  I don’t actually know if that ride takes walk ups so maybe they just don’t report wait times.  If it is closed right now I’m sure it’s a temporary maintenance thing.  Disney rides go off line all the time.  You just wait a little bit and they open back up.  That’s all this is.  It just happened to be happening while I am sitting here gushing with anticipation… jerks.

Anyway, Jen and Harry have a pretty solid itinerary set out for us, including at least one Hollywood Studios rope drop which will hopefully get us into Rise of the Resistance with a minimum of torturous waiting.  I am really looking forward to it.  I’d just be happy to take a week off of work and check out from reality for a few days, but if I get to play with life sized Star Wars toys as I do it then hell yes let’s do it!

I’ve been going to the gym a lot this month.  Not regularly enough, but I’ve been getting there.  I slacked badly last week but I won’t this week.  As I’ve written here before, I don’t do a lot when I’m there, just 15-20 minutes of walking on a treadmill.  I’m just trying to practice for the miles of walking I’ll be doing next week.  Every little bit helps, I hope.  I went last night and I am going tonight.  I should be good tomorrow too (fingers crossed).  Friday will be tough, unless I go around midnight.  I might just do it.  We’ll see.

2.5 work days left to go.  I am out of my mind with all the antici-






I Didn’t Think of That

Given that last season the Boston Red Sox were a painful disappointment, and that this past off season has seen them lose their President, their manager (in one of the biggest cheating scandals in league history) and their best player (to the friggin’ Dodgers in what is effectively an embarrassingly awful preemptive salary dump), you can probably forgive me for not being fully up to date on the day to day goings on in Red Sox Nation.

It turns out that today is the day that pitchers and catchers report for Spring Training, with the first practice scheduled for tomorrow.  We don’t have a manager, and we don’t have a Mookie, but it’s still nice to know that the official kick off to the 2020 season is here.

As I was reading a headline that mentioned the big news (as opposed to yesterday’s big news about the finalizing of the trade with the friggin’ Dodgers) I was struck by a revelation.  Light dawned on Marblehead, as the saying goes…..

I am going to be in Florida during Spring Training.

Oh.  My.  God.  After 40+ years of die hard Red Sox fandom, I will, for the first time ever, be in Florida during Spring Training.  Now we’re staying at a Disney resort so we won’t be renting a car, but maybe it’s worth researching a way to see if we could day trip down to Jet Blue park and catch a game.

Then reality set in.  I live in Massachusetts.  Massachusetts is a little tiny state.  You can pretty much drive from one end to the other in a couple of hours or so.  Florida isn’t a huge state, but it’s bigger than MA.  How much bigger though?  I went to Google Maps and looked up driving directions from Disney World to Jet Blue Park.  It’s about three hours.  It’s almost, but not quite, the same distance as driving from Fenway Park to Yankees Stadium.

The dream died then and there, but not before a question drifted through my tiny brain:

How much would an Uber from Orlando to Fort Meyers cost me?

Nope.  Nope.  Nope.  Spring Training Baseball Dreams Shattered.  I’ll just have to settle for hanging out with The Mouse.