Well, I have to say that went as badly as I imagined. Seven days with eleven other people? That kind of thing is doomed from the start.* Sure we had an owner’s suite with a bathroom that was bigger than ours at home (a double sink! it had a double sink!) but as everyone always says about cruises, you don’t spend a cruise in your stateroom.
The weather was kind of bad (um, you could feel the largest cruise ship in the world rocking and rolling with the waves), and we had to skip Nassau all together because the seas were too rough to navigate such a narrow port. We went deep sea fishing in St. Thomas on 3-5 foot** seas. And then they canceled our mountain trek in St Maarten because of the mud after three days of rain (too slippery). Also, there were about 5000 kids on the cruise. So fabulous accommodations aside, this was not the best vacation I’ve ever been on. But it’s over and we survived. (And, my BIL saved a woman’s life. For real. She was choking in the dining room, and her husband was doing a bad imitation of the Heimlich maneuver. Jersey strode over, pushed the husband aside and the next thing you knew, he was being congratulated by people at all the tables around us.)
I did finish my November ornament. I even did it before last Wednesday, but I was totally disconnected on the trip. I didn’t miss a minute of social media. On Monday my first full day of reconnection, I was bored by Facebook and had no desire to play WWF. The horror!
This is Little House Needlework’s Pear Tree from the 2006 JCS Ornament Issue. This poor ornament was plagued with errors in the printed pattern, not down to Diane Williams, I am sure. I stitched this on a random piece of khaki fabric, 28-count. It’s not the pale green of the original, so the green in the design looks really washed out. Oh well, I was out of reach of my supplies. Sometimes you have to make do.
*Now my mother is talking renting a house for 12 people next time. OMG. I have to figure out how to divorce my family. Hasn’t anyone ever heard of traveling alone?***
**That’s what Captain Crazeballs told us it was. It was over five. (In response to me saying “A bad day fishing’s still better than a good day at work,” my cousin’s husband said he just kept imagining being at his desk in New York to be followed by a Manhattan and a steak at Sullivan’s.)
***You would be correct if you think the dude and I would never travel with you. I was just flabbergasted the first time I heard about people traveling with another couple. Why on earth would anyone do that?