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This was the view from our veranda as we waited to leave Bayonne -- New Jersey, Manhattan and Brooklyn all in one panoramic view.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Now that I'm Home
I can do stuff like fuss with editing software.
This was the view from our veranda as we waited to leave Bayonne -- New Jersey, Manhattan and Brooklyn all in one panoramic view.
This was the view from our veranda as we waited to leave Bayonne -- New Jersey, Manhattan and Brooklyn all in one panoramic view.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Last Day
24th July
At Sea
Best not to think about business. Why? Because.
We slept late and missed the main breakfast which is fine with me – a banana (required for my health) and coffee (required for my psyche) is all I need. The banana is conveniently located in our stateroom’s fruit bowl. The coffee has to wait while Fran does her morning ablutions. I’m not as addicted to coffee as I used to be; I don’t crazy having to wait.
I am not looking forward to the upcoming week. Because we come home on Sunday, I just kind of get thrown into things sort of like being tossed into the driver’s seat of a car already in motion on a highway. And of course, the reality of Tony’s not being there will be a hard shock to the system, especially since we will pay our respects to the family asap. The memorial is today, and we are both sorry to miss that.
Anyway, Monday will be get back to bills and work that might have piled up in my absence. Tuesday is what Tuesday always is – run from one appointment to the other. But Lu is throwing me a family birthday dinner at her house Tuesday night and it will be good to see Ed and the cousins and of course the kids and Gloria. She’s growing by leaps and bounds. They keep telling me on the phone that she is like a teenager now, but I can tell she is still my sweet little Glo with no inhibitions about telling me she has to say good-bye because she is watching something on tv. I suppose that could be a teenager as well. No matter. Everything she does is perfect.
Then the rest of week is all business—John business Friday and Workout business Thursday and actual business Wednesday.
Well, gather ye rosebuds while ye may…today the plans are to win the mega jackpot at bingo, to win the shoppers’ bonus at the shops on the ship and win the big jackpot in the slot machines. I mean – it has to be someone why not us? Because the odds are against us. Unlike in business.
At Sea
Best not to think about business. Why? Because.
We slept late and missed the main breakfast which is fine with me – a banana (required for my health) and coffee (required for my psyche) is all I need. The banana is conveniently located in our stateroom’s fruit bowl. The coffee has to wait while Fran does her morning ablutions. I’m not as addicted to coffee as I used to be; I don’t crazy having to wait.
I am not looking forward to the upcoming week. Because we come home on Sunday, I just kind of get thrown into things sort of like being tossed into the driver’s seat of a car already in motion on a highway. And of course, the reality of Tony’s not being there will be a hard shock to the system, especially since we will pay our respects to the family asap. The memorial is today, and we are both sorry to miss that.
Anyway, Monday will be get back to bills and work that might have piled up in my absence. Tuesday is what Tuesday always is – run from one appointment to the other. But Lu is throwing me a family birthday dinner at her house Tuesday night and it will be good to see Ed and the cousins and of course the kids and Gloria. She’s growing by leaps and bounds. They keep telling me on the phone that she is like a teenager now, but I can tell she is still my sweet little Glo with no inhibitions about telling me she has to say good-bye because she is watching something on tv. I suppose that could be a teenager as well. No matter. Everything she does is perfect.
Then the rest of week is all business—John business Friday and Workout business Thursday and actual business Wednesday.
Well, gather ye rosebuds while ye may…today the plans are to win the mega jackpot at bingo, to win the shoppers’ bonus at the shops on the ship and win the big jackpot in the slot machines. I mean – it has to be someone why not us? Because the odds are against us. Unlike in business.
Friday, July 23, 2010
22 July Halifax, NS
En route now to Peggy's Cove, a fishing and lobster village of 38 year round souls preserved by the provincial trust. I can't really get past the shock of Tony's death -- I just expected him to recover and was caught totally unprepared. What a contrast with the beautiful scenery that is all around us as we leave Halifax.
Later: We just finished lunch at a place called the Shore Club in Hubbard's Cove; the best lobster I ever had, cooked to perfection and clearly fresh as if just off the boat and into the pot and onto the plate. The Shore Club is 75 years old and was an old dance/nightclub. It still has that early 20th century country feel. I can imagine my parents dining and dancing there back in the 1940s. They were a glamorous couple and both good-looking and great dancers.
On the road to Peggy's Cove I was reminded of Cape Cod, not so much Ptown as Orleans and Wellfleet. But not so commercial or more understatedly commercialized -- there were plenty of gift shops, etc. but no large displays of inflatable water toys. The weather was so unusually beautiful today that people were jamming the small beaches but only children and dogs braved the water passed their knees. It must be very cold or refreshing depending on your point of view.
Nova Scotia seems like a nice place to return to for a quiet summer vacation. Plenty of history, decent food, and 4600 miles of Altantic seacoast with lots of beautiful coves for mooring the sailboat. Ah but I digress.
The shopping sadly for Fran and me was less than spectacular. I did manage to find the "perfect" gift for my difficult son-in-law. So that I have completely the family gift shopping.
Fran seemed disappointed at the limited selection of things in the souvenir category and I was tired and grumpy by the time we boarded the ship. But that's what vacations are about...right?
Photo of a member of the 87th Highlanders Regiment who man the Citadel to prevent invasion by the rebellious colonials and the French and Indians. Nice work if you can get it.
Later: We just finished lunch at a place called the Shore Club in Hubbard's Cove; the best lobster I ever had, cooked to perfection and clearly fresh as if just off the boat and into the pot and onto the plate. The Shore Club is 75 years old and was an old dance/nightclub. It still has that early 20th century country feel. I can imagine my parents dining and dancing there back in the 1940s. They were a glamorous couple and both good-looking and great dancers.
On the road to Peggy's Cove I was reminded of Cape Cod, not so much Ptown as Orleans and Wellfleet. But not so commercial or more understatedly commercialized -- there were plenty of gift shops, etc. but no large displays of inflatable water toys. The weather was so unusually beautiful today that people were jamming the small beaches but only children and dogs braved the water passed their knees. It must be very cold or refreshing depending on your point of view.
Nova Scotia seems like a nice place to return to for a quiet summer vacation. Plenty of history, decent food, and 4600 miles of Altantic seacoast with lots of beautiful coves for mooring the sailboat. Ah but I digress.
The shopping sadly for Fran and me was less than spectacular. I did manage to find the "perfect" gift for my difficult son-in-law. So that I have completely the family gift shopping.
Fran seemed disappointed at the limited selection of things in the souvenir category and I was tired and grumpy by the time we boarded the ship. But that's what vacations are about...right?
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| From Nova Scotia |
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| From Nova Scotia |
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| From Nova Scotia |
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| From Nova Scotia |
Halifax and Peggy's Cove
Today we took the trip to Peggy's Cove. A picture postcard of a place. Not much to say --- the weather was beautiful (amazingly) with puffy clouds and pleasant temperatures. I got all excited about a restaurant that served hot gingerbread with whipped cream. It was not in the top ten gingerbreads (too cakey) and now I have heartburn. But I did get some nice photos. You can check them out at picasaweb.google.com/askhoudari or below if you have Flash
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