Catching Up–Again

I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.

A thousand mile journey may begin with a single step, but ends with piles of dirty laundry, unruly, overgrown lawns, luggage to store away.

That’s the necessary stuff–not including the extras, getting back into routines, catching up on neighborhood gossip.

Observations

Busiest vacation in recent  memory.

This Saturday morning, with my spouse off on a shopping venture with daughters and grand-daughter–I’ll be left to look after our collection of three dogs.

When someone moves into a new house, the work never seems to end.  Yesterday, it was moving in a dining room set.

Fall leaf colors fell short of expectations.  With the exception of this morning, it’s been too warm.  In the next two weeks, after I’m gone, leaves will be at peak coloration.

Next trip will be for Thanksgiving. That’s only a few weeks away.  Where has the year gone?

Saturday, Weekend Review

So many memorable things, happened this past week, I shall attempt to summarize.

At the Naval Aviation Museum–conversing with a veteran fighter pilot, now confined to a wheelchair, about the PBY Catalina on display.  Also, discovered he’d served on the USS Kitty Hawk, at the same time as a good friend.

There were a few awkward moments with our houseguests–none that really mattered.

Overriding topics of discussion: misspent youth, giving in to social pressures, admitting errors in judgement.  Confession was good for the soul.

Not giving in to petty criticisms.  Realizing that offspring did things differently.  That didn’t make their methodology, wrong or right.  They worked hard to earn a living.

Balancing achievement with meaningful personal lives–they did well.

Two-hour feedings: a personal, family joke that I will share.

Happy Birthday to myself–tomorrow, the twenty-fifth of September.  I’ll be sixty-eight.  My web presence needs to be updated to reflect this change.  No hurry–I’m still sixty-seven till tomorrow.

 

 

This Week–An Update

The paddle boarding turned out to be kayaking.  I’m the family patriarch–and, as such, always the last to know.  A good time was had by those involved.  Dolphins were spotted in their natural environment.

Nobody in the family likes themselves in pictures–so, from now on, all selfies may be photo-shopped.

Biloxi–Gulfport, have been rebuilt, spit and polished, since my last visit post-Katrina.

Amusing childhood recollections, have been a popular pastime, during lulls in activities.  I can’t reveal any of them, for fear of retribution.

Playing board games together continues to be a family tradition.

There may be a market for a new product called, “Shadow Remover.  This idea came about, because someone I think highly of, related a story about scrubbing a shadow–thinking it was dirt–on the kitchen countertop.  I suppose, it was another, “you had to be there to appreciate it,” thing.

The duck boat ride, yesterday, was better than expected.  I learned more about downtown Mobile, than I’ve learned in the previous twelve years.

Dinner at Felix’s Fish Camp yesterday evening, was even better, than my previous visit during lunchtime.  The crab soup–a house specialty, was excellent.

Getting everyone together before eleven, to go anywhere, remains an awkward process.  Why should I care?  I’m the host–they’re on vacation.

I’m not into the selfie thing–will happily leave that to others.

Caught some flak about not stopping enough on yesterday’s drive–including from the “Shadow Remover.”  That’s a bad habit of mine.  If things are scheduled, I don’t want to be miss anything.

 

 

This Week–So Far

No, I haven’t abandoned ship.  Here’s what I’ve learned this week, thus far.

Doors that open, also close.

Lights turned on, can be turned off.

Old grudges can return at any time.

Sometimes one has to grin and bear it.

There are many different ways of doing things–different points of view.

Beach days should be taken advantage of when they present themselves.

Rainy day, finding things to do days, can be fun.

Paddle boarding is on the schedule today.

Tomorrow Biloxi, then the maritime museum, and Felix’s Fish Camp for dinner.

The rest of the week–who knows?

 

Let Madness Reign

For normal, nine to fivers, this is the beginning of the weekend.  In this household it’s the beginning of madness associated with preparations for entertaining house guests, or leaving for a trip out-of-town.  The madness is the same.

Everything is topsy-turvy for days on end.  Planning in detail for sleeping accommodations,  menus, activities, home decor updates–and, on and on.

That’s just inside the house. The yard and patio also have to be perfect.

To keep my sanity–comic relief in the form of headlines, then highlights from my spam folder.

  • Two well-known celebrities were rescued from an elevator.  A revolving door would have been funnier.
  • A person that’s been in the headlines a lot this year, was questioned about their aloof appearance.  Perhaps fewer goofy questions from reporters might have helped?
  • There’s, yet another, new portrayal of the late Colonel Sanders.  The real Colonel, founder of KFC, rests in a cemetery plot.  Should there be any doubt, KFC, is still Kentucky Fried Chicken–the original Colonel’s secret recipe, with eleven herbs and spices.

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In spite of fierce competition, there was a winner.  My spam folder took on, an even more, international flavor.  There were two entries written in Chinese characters, two in Spanish, one in Portuguese.

Jacelyn–if that is indeed the person’s real name?  It didn’t matter, anyway.  A verbal barrage, attempted to flatter; sucker me into clicking on a specific URL, took up almost an entire page.

Rarely have I seen such an extreme case of verbal diarrhea, that had no beginning, no end, and nothing in the middle.

Post-Cruise Reflections

A week ago, this was beach day at Labadee, Haiti.  Here, it’s still late winter.

Morning routine has changed somewhat, from taking the elevator from the seventh deck to the fifth deck for coffee, and then up to deck eleven to watch the sunrise.

What did I like most about the cruise?  Mornings-leisurely greeting the day.  The Broadway-style shows.  Obviously, great food and rich desserts.  Roasted tomatoes at breakfast with scrambled eggs were delicious.

If one ruled out similar offerings of watches, diamonds, clothing, trinkets, there were differences at each port of call.  I searched for Paul Allen’s yacht at Georgetown, Grand Cayman to no avail.  I would not have recognized it, even it had been there.

Our Good Hope plantation tour on Jamaica with emphasis on culture was the highlight of the trip.  Other site tours offered zip lines, ATV trails, horseback riding.  We were exposed to local flora, fauna, and herbal remedies.  Cures for migraine headaches, rashes, upset stomach among other things.

Little did I know, that behind the scenes tours of the cruise ship’s inner workings, were offered upon request.

On the last day, at the Captain and crew’s question and answer session, out came the “penguin” story from the First Engineer.

The First Engineer, previously worked for another cruise line specialized in Antarctic expeditions.  The waters from Argentina to Antarctica, near the straits of Magellan, were the most dangerous in the world.

During one such rough passage a call came in from a frantic female passenger.  The crew questioned the passenger to repeat the problem–“There’s a penguin in my bathroom.  I want it removed immediately.”

The engineer took the call.  According to the ship’s doctor, the woman had overdosed on anti-seasickness patches–which caused hallucinations.

After assurance the penguin, all wild creatures had been removed from her cabin, and with some “drying out time,” everything was fine the rest of the way.

Memories of the, night before, motel stay that proved cheaper wasn’t always better have faded away.  The ship boarding line up that took hours has been forgotten.

I’ll never forget that Jamaicans referred to heavy-set people as being “fluffy.”  I’m feeling quite fluffy this morning.  Getting back to the gym may help in that department.