I wish I were the kind of person who wrote Christmas letters. Actually, I don't, but sitting here I think of writing a Christmas entry for the blog and I thought it would be funny to try to sum up my year in the manner of a suburban housewife circa 1960. It was funny, but depressing. Not what I was going for. Shouldn't have been so honest.
Now, though, things are pretty good. I think. My Christmas will be spent onboard, at sea, with the cast.
It doesn't seem like Christmas here. It's the same as ever, plus garland. Maybe the next two days will be different. Guests tonight were complaining and saying things like "This is a great Fourth of July cruise."
Speaking of guests, we had dinner tonight with a lovely couple from Florida, Dr. Lewis and Mrs. Carol Lash. They are truly nice, genuine people and I hope we'll check in with one another from time to time.
Today was a great day... I woke early in the morning and had coffee while finishing a couple of songs I've been writing, backstage in the theatre. We were docked in Roseau, Dominica (not the Dominican Republic) and we grabbed a ride to near Trafalgar Falls, where we hiked up to a beautiful viewpoint. Beyond that, we blatantly ignored the "Proceed Beyond This Point At Your Own Risk" signs, hiked in a good bit, and climbed rocks at the base of the waterfall. Our goal was to get directly under it, but... well, photos to come, but... once we got within a certain range we realized the water was too powerful and we found a very warm pool between some rocks and enjoyed that for a while. Then we tried to climb back down, which led to several questions about "how exactly did we get up here?" before we made our way back to our hidden pile o' stuff. Then we got a ride back into town and ate at a recommended but questionable upstairs restaurant off the beaten path. We got back to the ship and I fell asleep for two hours. Top that off with dinner with the Lashes and it was a really pleasant day. Until now, as I sit in the crew mess and every time the door to the crew bar is opened I'm blasted by Filipino karaoke. Yes, it is Karaoke night in the crew bar, and that is a circle of hell within a circle of hell.
You haven't lived until you've heard Kenny Rogers' "Lady" interpreted in Tagalog, except for the chorus, which is in English.
Have a bit of a restless feeling lately. Need to shake that. A little homesick because of Christmas and recent, typical seasonal recollections of the past year. Ho hum. Typical.
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