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We spent the weekend walking. Seriously. We walked miles. Underground, up mountainsides, through gnome villages...miles, I tell you. Several years ago [livejournal.com profile] travellight and I were talking about Rock City, and how much we'd enjoyed it as kids. P said, "I never went. My parents didn't do those roadside attractions." Aghast, Susan and I had to explain to him that Rock City and Ruby Falls ARE the destination, not to be relegated to the level of the World's Largest Frying Pan. (And really, don't go getting snarky about roadside attractions. I have been to Wall Drug, the Corn Palace, and other attractions too numerous to mention, and I have never NOT enjoyed a roadside attraction.)

Near the end of our field trip, P told me he was going to send his parents a nasty email for never taking him to Rock City and Ruby Falls, so I suppose it was a hit. [livejournal.com profile] mrs__smith and her family joined us and we hit both those and the Chattanooga Children's Museum. That place is huge. We were there for about four or five hours, I swear.

Anyway, some of those places up there on the mountainside are, as one would expect, rather high, and the night before we went to Rock City I lay in that hotel bed and every time I closed my eyes I thought about how I'd have to go across this big swinging bridge, high above the rocks and trees. As it turned out I did all right on the rope bridge; it wasn't until I got to this one point called High Falls, walking across a stone bridge waaaay up there, where I very suddenly broke into a sweat and started shaking. It was hot anyway, but I turned white and then bright red, and sweat just started pouring off my head, which felt like a balloon floating over my body. I made sure P had the kids and then did a beeline for a bench far back from the edge, but my eyes started welling up and my hands were shaking so badly that I got embarrassed and had to hide for a few minutes to get my composure back. I was mostly all right afterward, so I suppose that's not bad for what we'll politely call an episode, all things considered. I went to higher places, but there was something about that particular area that just got to me. I think it's because there was a spread of rocks about 15 feet down that you could have hit if you fell; I used to say, years ago, that I wasn't afraid of very high heights because you didn't have to worry about whether or not you'd live. It was all over at that point, but I was afraid of what I'd jokingly call "low heights," the ones that wouldn't kill you but could maim you. One of my old roommates told me that was a ridiculous phobia; I'd say now it was prophetic.

The leg, it is not working today from all the walking. Alas. I assume it will be working better tomorrow, but right now it's quite, um, hitchy, and the sympathetic little children are following me around staggering and making zombie noises. They're such sensitive little souls, aren't they?

Big Ez returned to drama camp today, and was pleased that they remembered him fondly from last year. When I picked him up, his instructor told me that he was quite the ham. There are about 8 girls and 3 boys. They were doing a workshop this morning and the girls were being princesses, and she told E, "Okay, you're a prince," and he immediately dropped to one knee in front of the row of princesses, with one hand over his heart and one extended. I can't wait to see the performance on Friday.

Monster and I spent the morning painting pottery, and the studio also had beads so she beaded herself a necklace. We had a really good time. E's camp is all the way out in Marietta and he's only there until noon, so there's no point coming home between dropoff and pickup. We have friends out there that we'll see the other days, but we were at loose ends this morning.

Anya told me today, "On days like this, I store up all this sunshine so that I always have some inside me, even on a rainy day." I liked that.
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