Tuesday, July 31, 2007
This post will self destruct in ~24 hours. I got home about four o'clock this morning. A great time was had by all. My plan is to reconstruct the blogging I might have done each day of the trip if wi-fi on the ship hadn't been a dollar a minute. I will adjust the dates of the posts to reflect this. Meantime, here is a rare blogger glimpse of Robin and A.E..
Monday, July 30, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
On our "fun day at sea" we slept in, took a long nap, and went to bed early. We also ate several meals. In between times, we played with "doh-doh", read books, played in the pool, and played ring-around-the-rosy. Afer the kiddie pool closed, A.E. got out the sunscreen and started asking to play in the "wally". Robin let her play in the shower for a while, an acceptable if not superior substitute. Then A.E. got her car seat out. It's almost time to go home.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
We decided to stay on shore for the day in Mexico and instead spent the day by the kiddie pool again. Great-tailed grackles and giant grasshoppers 3-4 inches long swooped onto deck for a snack. As we sipped fruity drinks and watched the long line of people waiting for a taxi from the port of Calica to Playa del Carmen, we did not regret our choice. After a nap we did get off the ship, take a walk around and a few pictures, and get back on. We sat for pictures and wandered the decks after dinner, then put A.E. in her jammies and found a seat in the Dynasty Lounge for the early show. It was a father and son who call themselves the Fire Gauchos from Argentina. They played the drums and danced while swing around whips with live coals andstrings with balls on the ends. It was an interesting show, followed by a terrible comedian. A.E. fell asleep before the show started, and after it was over we all went to bed. We had decided to push the twin beds together to make a larger sofa and play area for daytime.
Friday, July 27, 2007
After staying up late with serious sister talk, we were awake with first light and A.E. to see land come into view as we arrived in Key West. Room service arrived shortly with coffee and bagels and lox. We got ourselves ready and headed for shore. Only later did we discover that the reason there was no line to get off the ship was that we used the employees' debarkation post. The ship was docked at the naval station, so a free shuttle was provided to Mallory Square. We bought and mailed postcards and did a little shopping. I bought a few outfits and a new bikini just in case my bag didn't make it and we both got a sari-inspired wrap. The heat was already pretty stifling, so we decided to call it a day and caught the shuttle back to the ship. A.E. loved the "train-train" and the wild Key West chickens.
Back shipboard we got something to eat, took a nap, and spent the afternoon in the kiddie pool. A.E. spent a long time climbing the steps into the pool, walking across to climb the steps out the other side, and run around to repeat the process.
We decided to try the dining room tonight. A.E. had been a little fussy and we didn't know how she would handle it, but the wait staff was very friendly and made the best of it. Nonetheless, we decided it was hardly worthwhile to us to go to all the trouble. We're exhausted after dinner, so we're watching some Northern Exposure on the laptop and going to sleep.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
After passing through security, we were directed to a large waiting room, already nearly full. It turns out someone on the previous cruise had tried to bring an illegal souvenir from Jamaica and delayed the debarking process for a few hours. We waited an hour or so and were finally directed onto the ship. We ate lunch on the verandah, looking out over the blue water and the rich people's private islands. During the muster drill, A.E. finally succumbed to the excitement and cried herself to sleep. Robin carried her down to the room and tucked her in, and we watched from our window as the Coast Guard escorted us out of port, their machine guns at the ready.
When A.E. woke up, we explored the ship. She loves going up and down stairs, and there is no dearth of them here. Now we're relaxing in the cabin, enjoying each other's company.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
This is the kind of obsession that is driving jc crazy. Unfortunately, it is also the kind that keeps me sane and simultaneously increases my anticipation for the upcoming adventures.
As soon as you've planned your trip, you brainstorm a list of
you think you'll need.
A few weeks before
departure, make a categorized list of what you'll need
With the first two lists in hand, make a categorized
list. This list
should include everything you might possibly need. Now
gather all items in
the list not currently in use and stack them neatly on
the bed in separate
piles. Put a check mark next to each item packed. This
can happen up
to a week before you leave.
all items not checked off from Phase Three under the title of the
they'll be stowed in. Cross off items that don't fit or you've decided
to take. On the same page, list what you'll be wearing and carrying
This is the final list. It should read something
carry-on (pack laptop, charger, cellphone, charger,
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
She is a mother, but that is not her complete definition. She loves sweets, especially chocolate. She is the perfect person to visit with over a cup of tea. Inside her is rebel that sometimes peeks out for a moment. She is honest. She has a genuine conviction about what she believes to be right, but is not afraid to question that belief, and change it if necessary. She is bright and adventurous, loyal, and kind.
I value her friendship beyond words. I will let you know when I come up with a name for her. Her call was the highlight of my week.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Today bilingual programs are conducted in a gallimaufry of around 80 tongues, ranging from Spanish to Lithuanian to Micronesian Yapese.-- Ezra Bowen, "For Learning or Ethnic Pride?", Time, July 8, 1985
Then the speech itself, and you have to feel sorry for TQMEM [The Queen's Most Excellent Majesty] having to read out this frightful drivel, this grim gallimaufry of cliches, jargon and outright lies.-- Simon Hoggart, "Grand tradition: Maltravers, Rouge, Garter, Skinner", The Guardian, November 27, 2003
Maran reports the daily jostlings and thrivings in a public school with 3,200 students, 185 teachers, 45 languages, a principal and five vice principals, five safety monitors, 62 sports teams and a gallimaufry of alternative programs, clubs and cliques.-- Colman McCarthy, "A Writer Goes Back to School", Washington Post, August 20, 2001
Gallimaufry, originally meaning "a hash of various kinds of meats," comes from French galimafrée, from Old French, from galer, "to rejoice, to make merry" (source of English gala) + mafrer, "to eat much," from Medieval Dutch maffelen, "to open one's mouth wide."
Monday, July 16, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
That's why I love the coast.
"Do you have any sweaters?"
Friday, July 13, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Still, we got takeout and had a nice dinner. I wish I could do something.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Saturday, July 07, 2007
My reply: I don't really give a fig about most of her characterizations. If I have unresolved issues in my personal life, doesn't everyone? And no, I'm not that great in social situations, as a matter of fact I tend to shun them. I do arrive at work looking clean and professional though, albeit without makeup. (Prepare for politically incorrect personal opinions.)
This remark implies that a clean face on a woman is some kind of social or hygenic problem. Not so. Makeup is used to portray a certain image. Although society at large has come to place a larger value on it, it's base purpose is to improve a woman's sexual attractiveness. That has not a thing to do with day shift, night shift, or the nursing profession. Let me elaborate.
Lipstick mimics the rush of blood to the lips brought on by a state of sexual excitement.
Blush mimics the rush of blood to the cheeks brought on by a state of sexual excitement.
Mascara mimics the widened eyes brought on by...
And most insidious of all, eyeshadow, blue in particular, mimics the thin-lidded, veiny eyes of an adolescent or child.
Combine the above elements. Makeup produces the appearance of a young girl enjoying sex. People think I'm either crazy or making a joke, when I say this. I'm not. Shave your legs and extend the metaphor. (Check out Myra's thoughtful post over at My Journey for more on that.) If you like dressing up like a dirty old man's sick fantasy, support the cosmetics companies with your purchases. I will not allow a bare face to brand me as some sort of antisocial slob.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;