whales, not waves

I was half listening to the tannoy when something penetrated. The Captain was saying that we were slowing down because of the …….. I heard waves. Huh? then he said something about both sides of the ship, and breaching.

Then the penny dropped. Whales, he was talking about sailing through a pod of whales. Now, I didn’t bring a regular camera with me, just my phone. So I saw tails, but not close enough to make a decent picture. Unless, you would like pictures of grey waters, waves to the horizon and overcast sky. 

(insert a break of 20 minutes here of standing on my balcony gazing out to sea. There are the occasional blow spout seen but nary a breaching whale. It is chilly out. Even with the sun occasionally breaking through the clouds it is still barely above freezing….)

not like you can see anything

Otherwise, I headed to Coastal Kitchen for breakfast, had the “meal with an officer (no officers at the tables) for a lovely lunch, then spent the rest of the day relaxing and stitching (except for my attempt to see whales and find two colors of floss that I seem to have forgotten to bring)

Oh – and goodies – can’t forget the goodies…

tasty….chocolate!

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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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One Response to whales, not waves

  1. Ron says:

    For the envious among us, what ship?, what cruise?

    Enjoy yourself, you deserve it.

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