Day 4 – Symphony of the Seas

And it is another time zone change day…. Ok – I can live with that. It is not like I have anywhere to go or anything particular to do. Other than stitching –  I really didn’t do a lot. I wandered to the dining room at 1000. On the program was a note about LilliAnn teaching a knitting class. Maybe other crafters to meet and chat with?

No, as it turned out. I remember this particular woman from the 2014 Chaos of the Seas crossing…Armed with a suitcase of charity shop yarn and knitting pins, she was attempting to provide one on one instruction with dozens of people hanging out and waiting. I decided that the better part of valor would be to exit the area before I said something regrettable. 

The only time I am willing to be on the promenade is early in the morning when it is totally empty. The “ceiling” is actually skylights and forms the middle section of a ship area called Central Park.

Coffee is finished –

stitched with two different variegated browns from NPI. The pink is a bit of Raspberry Swirl from Dinky Dyes which I am suing on another project…

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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