Long crossing 1/9

And today marks the start of the real crossing. On this ship it will be nine sea days in a row till we get to Bridgetown. In my world that means eight days of stitching (and probably watching a bunch of CDC CME videos + quizzes) and the last day of an hour of packing followed by more stitching.

Oh, yes, and audio books.

Over the next couple of days I will try to get organized and get some pictures posted of various ship areas as well, since this is not a ship or line with which most of you are familiar. Like any other line, there are the loyal fanatics and the casual passengers. The second group picks for time, cost, and convenience.

So that is about it for the day! Tonight we get back the first of our hours. At 12 knots/hr I am figuring every other day for the time changes…

Another 503 on Dreaming of Klimt which leaves me at 75% complete

and 971 on You Belong to me (taken in the evening without a flash) meaning a “whopping” 9% complete.

This gives me tomorrow for these two as well.

Time for dinner and sleep.

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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