The final hour

Well, as of 0200 the ship made the final time zone change on this side of the International Date Line. I promptly ran into the obvious problem – no way to set my phone etc. The result was spending the day “an hour ahead” of everyone else.

It was weird – having to mentally adjust the observed time to the “real” ship’s time whenever I thought about doing something. The reason was clear – If I wanted to attempt a couple of webinars (on PDT) I needed to have ” real” time I could track. Also – frankly – having my brain engaged at 0630 seemed more rational than at 0530. Can hardly wait till we go across the dateline and I am operating on a different date than California.  Not.

On the  map – you can see we are sailing toward Australia – at the bottom – you can see the UTC – 12

a close up with a few more islands – none of them visible. As we transited into slightly “shallower” waters – the seas didn’t get any smoother.

So, after frogging 250+ stitches out of Dreaming Girl – I restarted butterflies

and finished the third ghost in the Mini-Haunting SAL – so I just need to finish the border. Oh yes, and the backstitching…

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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