The Wave (of Fear)

It's also real life sometimes.

Can you feel the undercurrents brewing?

I still own my copy of the The Wave book that my Honors World History Teacher gave us after conducting our own in-class Holocaust experience. It was small, it was simple, yet it was palpable. And it was a lesson I'll never forget.

Hooray!

Someone was kind enough to turn my sweater in to Lost & Found at Six Flags instead of keep it. Yesterday, I reported it lost with their website system with a description of the sweater and when/where I lost it. Today I was notified my sweater had been found.

I managed to get there after work just in time to watch the tree lighting performance, and Mom and Little Bit met me there. I claimed my sweater (YIPEE!), and we managed to have time to ride the Runaway Mountain, eat dinner and ice cream and hot chocolate, ride The Titan (front seat!), and watch dancing tree lights while warming ourselves by a campfire.

My face is wind burned again from the Titan.

At least this evening wasn't near as freezing as last Saturday, but I still hadn't dressed for being out in the cold, so my legs were cold most of the evening. I'm going to have to start carrying around an extra clothing bag for these impromptu visits on cold days.