Oh, dinner!

My habit pattern this cruise has been relatively stable. Up early and out of the cabin, not returning till supper. It has been more than comfortable to hangout in the Viking Crown Lounge. It still has been surprisingly empty so chatting and stitching really hasn’t disturbed anyone.

So picture me sitting there about 1500. I had drifted down to Park Cafe several hours ago and returned with a nice salad. Jill and I had discussed dinner plans. I saw nothing on the menu that was at all of interest and was trying to decide between asking to be first in the Windjammer vs just ordering from room service.

My favorite Sous Chef comes in along with one of the food managers and the following conversation ensues –

“You didn’t call us back”

Um, was there a reason I should be calling?

“Yes, I wanted to arrange your dinner menu.”

Ok, but I hadn’t figured it out yet.

“Dinner at the Captain’s Table.”

Oh. I had forgotten about it since I hadn’t seen an invitation and knew it had been postponed from last night to sometime later this cruise.

“yes, tonight. Your invitation has been delivered to your cabin. And I left you a message about calling so you could chose what you want to eat.”

Um (not wanting to sound too stupid at this point) I haven’t been in my cabin since 0700 this morning.

[Cue both looking at me incredulously} “You haven’t been back to your cabin?”

No – I normally leave early and don’t bother to return until dinner.

From here we settled on soup, an appetizer and she wanted to provide me with a salad as well before moving on to Palak Paneer.

The meal was lovely. There were eight of us plus the Captain (Argentinian) and the Training Officer (Canadian) split between four Germans and four US.  It worked well.  And I am thinking about not eating again for a day or two……

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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