Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
Nassau Today.
Nothing to lure the Old Bat off the ship in Nassau. I am slowing down these days. However I am well passed my best if used by date.
Enjoyed my Zoom yoga class today. Zoom yoga is the only good thing from Covid Time. But the floor was damned hard
Canada would have been my first choice, but this is fine.
Spending the day docked in Port Canaveral.
Not much going oing on.
Nothing for an elderly pedestrian.
So. I sat on the deck and supervised harbor activities.
The Wish is the most intriguing.
It’s faux old school.
Unlike our boat who is actual old school.
And another day on board winds down.
We should be heading into the storm in about 30 minutes.
I would be happy to stay right here.
On June 9, 2022 I wrote that I would never have a meal with a cheese course again.. Happily, I was wrong.
And the granola bar is gone.
I ate it.
Canada is gone as of 1715 yesterday.
Mother Nature/Royal Caribbean cancelled it.
So, what to do but repack.
I think many of the passengers are bailing.
So, the ship should be nicely uncrowded.
Normally, the day before a trip, I am anticipating an adventure.
Today, I am almost dreading the adventure to come.
I am all packed.
And ready to go.
So, what’s the problem?
Going to Canada.
On a friendly old ship.
With proven great travel companions.
The problem is a HUGE nor’easter.
I asked my good buddy Robot to illustrate the problem.
You may notice that the arrows are a bit wonky.
And the ship runs into some uncharted islands off the coast of Canada.
I didn’t ask Robot to correct anything.
I didn’t Photoshop the problems away.
Because Robot could be right.
Let the adventure begin.
Tomorrow.
As promised. Rain.
The weather for the cruise to Canada is rain.
And wind.
And lumpy seas.
Maybe every day.
However, I will not complain about the weather.
Because I have been blessed over the past 5 years with outstanding sailing weather.
And sooner or later the smooth sailing bill comes due.
I am just hiding out in the Old Bat’s Cave.
Trying to dodge Covid.
Cool and damp today.
Cold and rainy tomorrow.
Covid is loose in the Asylum.
“They” are predicting a nor’easter later this week.
None of those things are under my control.
Indeed, very little is under my control.
Nevertheless.
Whatever happens is what I planned.
Just received a slightly disconcerting email from Asylum Management. They announced that 14 residents in Assisted Living have Covid. 37 people live in Assisted Living.
So, on a Sunday afternoon, Management announced that over ⅓ of the Assisted Living residents are sick with an illness that management considers serious enough to mandate quarantine.
My view of Covid is that Covid just is. And it’s nothing for me to get excited about. But I am sure that is a minority opinion here at the Asylum.
My job is to not get Covid before I get outta here at 11 am on Thursday.
Try, try and try again.
Then STOP.
Don’t make an ass of yourself.
I have been making ever smaller versions of the cube.
My smallest attempt was consigned to the compost bin.
(I will try one more time.)
I am exhausted today.
Haven’t a clue why.
Just old, I guess.
Or maybe I am just lazy?
Hard to believe that we are halfway through September.
And that means I am now closer to 83 than 82.
Nobody is promised tomorrow.
Signs of times from today’s walk.
Two of my favorite things. Wall Art and a Thrift Shop.
I did not return home empty-handed.
It’s been 10 years and 51 weeks since I moved into the Asylum.
It’s been 11 years and 50 weeks since Carlton died.
All things considered, things have worked out remarkably well.
And for that I am very grateful.