My uncle is getting old. Very old. He tries to stay active but he is not as vigorous as he'd like to be. We first came upon him as he was working in the yard and he looked like hell, exhausted. He was much better when we met him next day for lunch.
On (or up) to Orlando. We stayed at the Radisson Resort Orlando-Celebration, which is just the other side of I-4 from the 192 Disney World entrance. Our history with hotels is spotty: we like Hampton Inns, and Sue is rather picky otherwise. We have stayed at various places she disliked, and picking anyplace is a crapshoot. This place she liked: likes so much, in fact, that she wants to go back there.
The season helped: it was still hot, but being September-October not too many tourists were around; the hotel was not close to full. We just hung around one of the pools, tried a drink or two from the pool-side bar, and just bummed around the area. A visit to the Disney Marketplace was enough to satisfy Sue's Mickey jones. We were ready to leave for home, and Sue hadn't actually been *in* the pool yet; she went in finally the morning we checked out. They have a waterfall, and a small waterslide, and Sue went down it several times. When I tell this to people that know her, they refuse to believe it; luckily I have photographic proof.We swung by Daytona Beach on the way north, got a bit of sun and some Wally Wings and so to home. A much better experience this time around.
