“The greatest thing in this world is not so much
where we stand as in what direction we are moving.” ~ Goethe
August 1, 2019
Last evening we were treated to the best entertainment
we’ve ever encountered on a cruise ship. It was The Barricade Boys—a group of
four very talented young men who have at different times been part of the cast
of Les Miserables, either on Broadway
in the US or London’s West End. Incredible voices, amazing showmanship, and a
wonderful repertoire. The entire audience was on its feet before the last note
died.
Fortunately, we’ll see them again on Friday as part of a
variety show featuring all the visiting talent.
After the show last night, we made our way to the Queen’s
Room, where the orchestra was tuning up for ballroom dancing. The ship’s
company of dancers presented an ensemble Viennese waltz, which was lovely. Then
the dance instructors performed a steamy Argentine Tango. After that, the
onlookers were invited to dance.
The DH and I used to love to swing dance, but that
involves a lot of spinning and dipping. With Backpack Herkimer in tow, that’s
pretty difficult. We’d get hopelessly tangled up in my cannula. However, we have
discovered that we can do the ballroom dances that remain “in hold” most of the
time. We watched for a while, then after we did a passable slow waltz and a
hysterical rumba, we called it a night.
This morning we surprised ourselves by sleeping in. It
was almost eight before I rolled out of bed. We barely had time for breakfast
before we had to scoot back to the Queen’s Room for Tango lessons—another dance
we can do without breaking our “frame.” The ocean is not as placid as it has
been, so occasionally, our steps were longer than we intended. Not because we
moved, but because the ship had! Anyway, we now have the basics for three
ballroom dances we can still do together.
It’s hard for me to put into words how that makes me
feel. NSIP (non-specific interstitial pneumonitis) has taken a number of things
from me, but it hasn’t taken this. I’m so grateful that I’m still able to dance
with my husband. I’m thankful that he makes wearing Backpack Herkimer for me
seem like a small thing, which I know it isn’t. It’s heavy and hot, but he
never complains.
He does, however, worry that I have enough battery life to get us where we’re going. (It must be hard to have a battery operated wife! Ha!) I kept an eye on it between sets and we left the class early when Herkimer’s 10 minute warning beep sounded. The Queen Mary 2 is such a big girl, it took us about that long to make it back to our stateroom. Backpack Herkimer breathed his last when our cabin door closed behind us.
He does, however, worry that I have enough battery life to get us where we’re going. (It must be hard to have a battery operated wife! Ha!) I kept an eye on it between sets and we left the class early when Herkimer’s 10 minute warning beep sounded. The Queen Mary 2 is such a big girl, it took us about that long to make it back to our stateroom. Backpack Herkimer breathed his last when our cabin door closed behind us.
We’re heading ever eastward, which means our clocks need
to be adjusted as we pass into the next time zone. The other cruise lines we’ve
sailed with add or deduct the time at midnight. On the Queen Mary 2, it happens
at noon. One minute, it’s late morning, then suddenly, it’s 1:00 pm.
I'm not a fan of the practice.
I'm not a fan of the practice.
After lunch, we went to watercolor class again. Our
inventive instructor has new projects to suggest every day.
However, into each vacation a bit of real life must fall.
An hour into the 1 ½ hour class, the DH had to excuse himself and head back to
the cabin with a migraine. Now he’s resting in the darkened room. I’ll need to
find a place in a common area to upload this post (The QM2 is the first ship
we’ve cruised on where I can’t connect to the internet in my cabin.) Then I’ll
drop by the Britannia Dining Room to let our excellent waiter Antonio know we
won’t be coming down for supper.
PS. So sorry there are no pictures. The wifi is so slow, my blogger program times out before it can retrieve a photo. As my Dad would say, "That's no way to run a railroad!"
PPS. August 24th--I was finally able to upload a few pictures while on the ship, but most of the images you see in these posts were added once we returned home. Here's the DH and I on a night when he was feeling better. Notice his red vest? He likes being color coordinated with me!
PPS. August 24th--I was finally able to upload a few pictures while on the ship, but most of the images you see in these posts were added once we returned home. Here's the DH and I on a night when he was feeling better. Notice his red vest? He likes being color coordinated with me!
Glad to hear about the expanding range of dance, sorry to hear about Mr. B's migraine! I hope it's been a short one and I hope the aftermath will be relatively friendly.
ReplyDeleteIt's interesting to hear about the various time adjustment schemes! I guess this one would work better, as it's easier to have dinner a little early than it is to with an hour less sleep!
Actually, I prefer the time adjustment to be made at night. You can always sleep in if you need to. You can't make up for a lost hour in the middle of the day.
DeleteThe DH was better by morning. His migraines are less frequent and don't last as long thanks to a new medication he takes.
I can see you and Brian dancing away the night. Prayers that Brian feels better soon!!
ReplyDeleteWe don't exactly dance the night away, but we do have our moments!
DeleteHappy you had some good entertainment!You look so good when you you are dancing.Keep on having a good time!
ReplyDeleteThe whole experience was magical.
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