Seaworld and other tidbits

Tourist at Seaworld yesterday: "Whales don't have bones." (Turning to Seaworld staffer.) "Right?"

Seaworld staffer, who has unquestionably heard much worse over the months, patiently: "No, they have bones -- several large bones in their rib cage, for instance."

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So, yes, yesterday I was at Seaworld with my mother, which meant an overload of dolphins and sea lions and orca and criminally minded egrets and so on. The Seaworld part was all good, and I was pleased to see that Seaworld is now edging away from its recent years of "what, us, animals? No, WE ARE THRILL RIDES," back to a more animal focus. The new Turtle Trek uses the same manatee tanks but has added a second tank for sea turtles and colorful tropical fish, with underwater and above water viewing; the underwater orca viewing has reopened, and I now have tentative and cautious hopes for the upcoming penguin exhibit, even if said exhibit currently made it rather difficult to see the best things at Seaworld, the sea lions and the harbour seals. (What?) Also cake and ice cream became involved, entirely by accident, my mother and I both mutually assure you. And I was able to replace a coffee mug. So all good.

Slightly less good were certain incidents on the way there and back, some of which were my fault entirely (the cell phone fiasco, wherein a certain fantasy writer forgot that cell phones can't actually be charged by magic) and more alarming, problems with my mobility scooter. I am hoping that these can be repaired cheaply; otherwise, it's time to look at replacing it, which is making me shrink inside. Grr.

Partial repair

Good news: The Little One and I fixed the chair part of the mobility scooter. Now to see if the rest can be fixed. (Not by me.)

Mixed news: The Little One wants to tell you that nothing, not even tuna, can make up for HAVING A CHAIR FALL ON YOU when you WERE ONLY TRYING TO HELP and that the only response to this is to stay safely behind the hot water heater and nurse your wounds. (I'm not sure how hard it hit him. He yelped but was able to make it to behind the hot water heater, so I don't think he broke anything.)

Excellent news: The Grey One wants to point out that nothing, but nothing, beats getting to eat a can of tuna all by yourself since the one the tuna was intended for is refusing to emerge from behind the water heater and somebody might as well eat it, even an already kinda plump somebody who didn't earn it. She suggests trying this for yourself, and then going and curling up in a ball on the couch as the rain approaches. I don't know when I've seen her this happy.