Rock and Roll

There were a lot of unhappy people today. Shall we just say that the seas were rough enough that the portholes in the dining room were covered, a good half of the passengers didn’t venture outside their cabins, and I had most of the Deck 8 forward lounge to myself for most of the day. I didn’t think it was “that rough” but apparently my view was not held by most on the ship. A fair number of the crew didn’t look all that much better. 

I spent the day comfortably listening to audios books and stitching. The main entertainment for me was getting on line to get my Philippines Visa sorted since the Immigration crew wanted a QR code. I didn’t have one, neither did George. So there was this. – well, go on-line. My return comment was that I wasn’t going to pay for the day’s worth of internet to get a QR code that they should have mentioned the day before in Hong Kong when I was on-line. So the Purser logged me in long enough to fill out the form for George and I on-line. We then could clear immigration and go back to reading. 

We ended the evening in Candles aka the Veranda aft on Deck 7. In the evening it serves as their specialty steak/fish/seafood restaurant. The ship was still rocking and rolling. There were broken dishes. The poor woman at the table next to us had her chair slide more than a meter and practically dump her in George’s lap. Other than her clothes being a bit soup covered, she was all right. 

(Amazing how many people freeze in shock. Except for the restaurant manager who raced over and helped me get her back on her feet.) After that experience, I decided that dinner was just about over and that I really didn’t need desert. The ladies at the next table were moved to one of the small side seating areas where the tables are fastened to the wall and the chairs are a lot sturdier. 

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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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