THE TENNESSEE WALTZ

January 22, 2020

And now the singing rage, Miss Patty Page:

I was dancing with my darling to the Tennessee Waltz
When an old friend I happened to see
I introduced her to my loved one
And while they were dancing
My friend stole my sweetheart from me.

As we walked out of the comedy club, heading for 2216, a young lady was doing a passable imitation of Patty Page and The Tennessee Waltz.  This is one of those songs that grab you and get into your memory and won’t let go.  It is worse than “A Small World.”

Well, that has nothing to do with anything, other than it is stuck in my head, and if you are older than dirt, you have the record spinning on your turntable.  You are welcome!

The Tennessee Waltz is much better than a trip ashore in Tortola.  You know we don’t do the beach (even though we took our beach gear for St. Maarten and didn’t use it) and when I looked at the shore excursions that was it.  Beach, and beach, and beach.  Some of our readers would gladly get sand in non-sandy places.  But not your favorite cruisers.

The two performers in the PG comedy club were funny, and we enjoyed them, the first one better than the second.  Cee Jay Jones told us about being home schooled.  He was the only student in the school and his Dad was the only teacher.  One day he went out for the basketball team and didn’t make it.  Both routines were proof that a comic could do 30 minutes of stand up and not say bad words.

Monroe, the entertainment director said he would have an announcement made that there would be no astronomy talk today.  We didn’t hear the announcement, don’t know if it was made or not, but I didn’t do an astronomy talk.  Social Media tomorrow and Art on Friday.  Tomorrow is cruise elegant night, so I will do my talk in my tuxedo and then we will go to dinner.

I am feeling a little better tonight – thank you for your prayers.  And speaking of praying, there was a medical emergency on board before sail away.  The captain gave no details, but we delayed our departure for over two hours.  No idea if the emergency was taken off of the Breeze to a local hospital, or whether he or she is still on board and bound for San Juan.  Scarey stuff.

So did you hear about the school teacher with crossed eyes?  She couldn’t control her pupils.  Rim shot.

Well, Mom is dragging and I’m not much better than she is, so this rambling will come to a close and perhaps be more organized tomorrow.

Until then.

TTFN