Skip to main content

Ship life


This is the Garden Lounge on Deck 9. Although gale force winds were blowing outside, the sun shining through the glass roof made it feel like we were in a warm sheltered—albeit plant less—garden. I arrived too late to get a Bingo card so I just sat at a quiet table at the side and watched the same man win three games out of four. By the third time the applause for his win was decidedly unenthusiastic.


By sunset the sea looked deceptively calm but the wind was still blowing so much that walking out on the deck definitely wasn’t on. I couldn’t open the doors to get out anyway.


On Thursday night I saw a great revue called “Palladium Nights,” a salute to the famed London Palladium and the stars who appeared there in the 1970s and 1980s. As I meandered back to the elevators to go up to my cabin, I stopped to listen to the lone saxophonist playing in the Grand Lobby.


I splurged and had my hair cut and styled on Friday. I had a photo on my phone from my trip to London in September (see below). I think he did a good job of copying it.



I am feeling more and more tired every day even though we “gain” an hour every night and, apart from a half hour treadmill session in the mornings, I don’t do anything very strenuous. I attended two good events today. Another performance from the wonderful pianist, Karl Lutchmayer, and a talk on modern Impressionism by the art gallery owner on board. I have finished another mystery from the library, on to the next. And finally there is another revue tonight called “Hollywood Nights” which promises a “rollercoaster ride through the history of the silver screen.” As tonight is a “gala night” I will need to dress up a little to go to the theatre. Sparkly top and wrap will do me. 


 

Comments

  1. OneKidsMomMay 9, 2022 at 1:29 PM

    I agree about the haircut. He did a good job of recreating a flattering and hopefully easy to care for look. I had long hair as a teenager, but it's so much easier short, which I've stuck with for a few decades now.

    As for "gaining" an hour a day, I find it perversely harder to adjust in that direction, myself.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

January 2024 and blogging

  I haven't posted on my blog for a long time. Partly that was due to not knowing what to write about and partly it was wondering if I wanted to put myself "out there" anymore. And in what way. I subscribe to a few blogs on Substack, which is a subscription-based blog. You can pay to have your own blog, you can pay for someone else's blog, and that means you get to write and post and get comments back from a whole lot of people. You can comment on other people's blogs--if you pay--or else you can just read the blog and not pay. Of course you might miss some of the "pay only" content--much like modern news media has teaser stuff but to read the whole article, you have to pay for a subscription. The Substack blogs cover all kinds of topics and there are a few "professional" writers--meaning they're journalists and writers who have published and been paid larger bucks than the $5 a month they get per subscription on Substack--but I think most
12 comments
Read more

It’s just another day

  Yesterday was the final day of my 8-day assignment in a 4th grade class; I’ve written something about that assignment in a previous post, “Revolt of the Guinea Pig,” It’s been a challenging 8 days which, as Dickens might have said, brought out the best in me and probably the worst in me as well. But yesterday morning I had that experience that every teacher dreads—shelter in place, also known as possible shooter situation. I had arrived at the school at 7:20 thinking how wonderful it was that our heat had broken a bit. The skies were overcast, we’d had rain the day before, there was a cool breeze. As I walked to my classroom (photos below of what the buildings look like), I waved to the students already gathered on the other side of the gate, who were waiting to rush in, some to the cafeteria for their breakfast, some to the playground to run and hopefully get some of that energy out before the bell rang at 7:55. I unlocked the outside door to our building, walked down the corridor t
2 comments
Read more

And now for something a little different from the substitute teaching lens

  I subbed for my daughter yesterday. I wasn’t sure how I’d cope as I am still somewhat jet lagged but she has a very well behaved fifth grade class: they’re respectful, good humored (most of the time) and willing to learn (most of the time). She warned me the night before that there had been some “issues” this week—kids fighting on the playground, some backtalk in class from a boy who’s normally a very hard worker. With that in mind, I started off my day in the classroom addressing this up front. “I hear it’s been a tough week,” I said and then waited for a response. Some shifting in the chair, some rolling of the eyes, a couple of “Yeah, it really has” emanated from the kiddos. I then sat on the corner of my desk and talked about how I remembered being their age, the emotions, how things seem so very important, so very “raw” in the moment. I shared with them how my own teachers reacted to misbehaviors, after-school detention (Wow, Mrs A, AFTER school? They could DO that?) But then I
1 comment
Read more