Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
This Blog started in 2001 as a Trip Log to record a summer in Alaska. Since then, it has morphed into my online diary.
Today’s only accomplishment was to tweak up the one report that I still produce for the hospital. This evening I plan on “doing something with” all the emails I ignored for 10 days.
My orchids are blooming over time this year. Don’t know why. I didn’t change anything.
Okay. Now what? Where’s the unlimited avocado toast for breakfast? Where are the Cosmos?
Where are the dolphins?
Slipsliding back into reality. Walk today was in the rain around The Asylum. Laundry was processed. Some of the Sonobe balls were assembled.
I moved into The Asylum on September 24, 2015. A friend wondered how many days I had been away from The Asylum over the last nine years. Well, actually, I know 1,031.
We got off the ship at 8:15 and were back at The Asylum by 9:30. I unpacked and put most of my clothes back in the closet/drawers. I checked the snail mail and found nothing of importance. And, it’s a fine sunny day.
Grateful to not be trying to update the blog using the phone. Real keyboards are good.
My 3rd cruise of 2024 was not what I planned but it was fun.
Next week I am going to finish up this year’s origami project. This year’s project is very modest. I am not sure anyone will buy the damn balls. They are fun. But, that’s about all they are.
This has been some trip hasn’t it! I’m sure that it will not go down in the captain’s log book as one of his all-time favorite trips.
I didn’t do very much today. Got packed up. It’s been a little rough but nothing noticeable. Certainly nothing like Arctic Ocean. Or even the ferry up in Alaska. I slept well last night. But my watch didn’t think I was asleep. That happens on the train so I suppose it was a bumpy.
Tonight it will be drinks, dinner, espresso. And early tomorrow morning the travel goddess willing, We will escape this ship before any further adventures. However, there does seem to be a tornado warning in our area. I can really skip a tornado when I’m in the middle of the ocean. Thank you very much.
As you can see it’s sort of a dull day. And that’s just fine. We’ve had more than enough adventures on this trip to Canada.
Formal night tonight on the ship. I can’t even wear a clean shirt. But neither can Christie. We’re eating Japanese tonight.
Oh. No real issues from the hurricane. 8 foot seas. Maybe a little more breeze.
Plus numerous party and sight seeing boats. I for one never understood getting off a perfectly good big boat to get on a little boat.
Two sea days the home Saturday.
Drinks, Dinner, Espresso. Soon.
We are parked. Excuse me docked next to a huge Royal Caribbean vessel. I think it’s called the allure of the seas. Can carry over 6,000 passengers. That’s three times what our boat carries.
After 9:00 last night there was a call for type o blood donors. That’s never a good sign. Shortly thereafter they said we were heading towards fort Lauderdale for a medical emergency.
I kind of hope the rest of the trip is sort of normal. Maybe even boring.
Interestingly, the dummy was dressed as a crewman not as a guest. Guess that makes sense.
First thing you know it’s lunch time. And it’s nap time. And now it’s book reading time. And it has gotten cloudy but it’s nice and cool. I think it might have rained but how would I know because I was napping in the sardine can.
Oops, it’s definitely raining right now. One of those lovely tropical rains. The heavens just open up. I’m completely drench everything in sight.
Tomorrow, we’re going to CoCo Cay. That would be Royal Caribbeans private water park. I have no interest in that either. But it seems horrible. I’m fairly certain I’ll get off just to look at it. Although I’m sure the kids like it. Kids being anybody under the age of 75 you understand.
Still having fun. Mostly reading and relaxing. And right now I’m enjoying this topical rainstorm all safe and dry on the deck.
After breakfast with Christie, it’s off to the origami dojo.
Somewhere along the line this morning I signed up for another trip on this very same boat in the very same sardine can room. With the very same. Christie. June the 5th next year, nobody’s promised tomorrow much less next year.
After that rigorous morning what to do but take a nap.
Will be going to the ship’s Japanese restaurant tonight for dinner. So far so good.
Start with a nice breakfast.
Then a walk along the Charleston water front.
Then Christie and I headed out on foot to Magnolias. A restaurant that both of us like. Last night out in the middle of the ocean I went online and made reservations. That’s pretty cool for a couple old women don’t you think? We’re old, we ate the food but didn’t take a picture of it. You’ll have to take my word for it. It was marvelous.
This has been a fine day and it isn’t over yet. We cancelled dinner tonight. But drinks are still on.
Around 1:00, I meet up with Christie and we have lunch. Lunch is mediocre but the company is good. And the coffee is reliably good on this ship. By the way, Christie is going to knit me a bathing suit.
And one from last evening while we were leaving Baltimore harbor.
According to Christie, tonight is formal night. She told me to wear a pretty blouse. Fat chance.
Walked 3.6 Miles today. That’s about it exercise wise. Christie has been walking a lot too. We are fine. But it’s only day 2.
Tomorrow we’re in Charleston. I reckon I’ll get off the boat wander around a little bit. Or not. Whatever happens is what I planned.
The time for departure comes and goes and we are still at the dock. Eventually, the captain comes on and tells us that we’re not going to Boston to Maine or to Canada, but we are going to Charleston, South Carolina and the Bahamas. WTF!
Confusion, disappointment, whining and complaining to the max. Some people get off the boat. But we didn’t know that was an option. So here we are heading to the Bahamas with our winter clothes. Whatever happens is what I planned.
Plan to make the best of it.