SLEEPING SINGLE IN A DOUBLE BED

January 12, 2020

Well, that’s the way Barbara Mandrell sang it in 1978, and that’s not the way it is here in 2216, but it is a starting place.  This is the first time in all of our cruises that we have not slept together.  You see the room has one twin bed and one sofa that converts into a sleeper and never the twain shall meet.  But at least the separation puts some distance between our respective snores.

As I type this tonight we are experiencing some rough seas.  We are near the bow of the ship, so as we cut through the waves, when a big one hits, there is an accompanying loud noise.  The cruise director said last night it is the ship hitting whales.  If that is the case, we will make the hump backs extinct before Captain Kirk and crew can bring their captured Klingon vessel back to bring George and Gracie into the 23rd century.  Our hope is we will have smooth spot so we can fall asleep and snore through the waves.

This was our first formal night, and I passed up lobster for spaghetti carbonara – which was good, but not as good as what I had in Venice. Yes, from now on, I think, all Italian foods will be compared dining al fresco last fall.

My first talk was today, “Yes, We May Have No Bananas,” and it was a full house, and a very receptive crowd.  I’ll repeat it tomorrow, then we have two ports, so two days off before I do photography.

Well, I’m making this short tonight, so we can get on the internet and look for one of Bonnie’s crochet patterns.  Her Kindle, onto which the pattern was downloaded, has thrown as hissy fit and won’t let her do anything.  I’m going to take it to the IT manager tomorrow to see if he can fix it.  Kindly cross your fingers.

TTFN