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Good day. Cold. Saw baby ducks in the morning swimming in the sunshine, and grown-up ducks in the evening, warming themselves in the hottub at the Contemporary. Smart ducks. The rest of us froze our buttocks off.

K and I arose after noon and met parents in Magic Kingdom so I could ride Snow White with Dad. I can't ride Snow White unless Dad is there because he has, historically, always protected me from the Witch. (There was a time when I was truly frightened of her; these days I try and summon up a nostalgiac bit of terror when possible. It enhances my experience.) When we met the parents in the Columbia Harbor House (my first time in that particular establishment), my father had a bright red lipstick kiss on his big, round forehead; apparently, he had had an earlier encounter with one Miss Snow White, who noticed his lapel pin of the Wicked Witch and asked him whether or not he was aware that said Witch was, in fact, evil. My father replied that he was, indeed, aware, but that out of all the Disney movies, Snow White and the Seven Dwarves was his very favorite. At which point, Miss White grasped him by the ears as she once did to Mr Dopey, turned his head down and kissed his shiny pate. What a sweet girl. I always liked that Snow White.

K and I then adjourned to EPCOT, where we got in one more round on Spaceship Earth and checked out Living with the Land, which neither of us had been on in years. Pleased to report that it is a pleasant experience, unchanged from our youth except for the omission of the song, which was kind of a silly little song, anyway. Shared a cup of vegetable soup and called to check up on Gina, who likes to wait until I am out of town before suffering any major ailments. Rejoined mom for dinner at O'Hana's at Polynesian. Had a tropical drink. Got giggly. Mum is an excellent drinking buddy. She allowed us to stick our umbrellas in her hair.

Realized today that in all of EPCOT, the only ride that remains entirely unchanged in all the 20 years we've been visiting is El Rio Del Tiempo in the Mexican pavilion. That one remains a deliciously outdated ode to the early 80's, complete with politically incorrect Mexican vendors trying to follow you out of the ride (via videoscreen) to sell you tchachkas.

We go home tomorrow.

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