Scheduling a Cruise

I somehow ended up on the Carnival page on Facebook. I started looking at prices. Yes, there are a lot more rules than before, but the prices cannot be matched. Some 14 day cruises were going for as little as $100 a person. Wow!

I started looking for cruises that would work for me, and I found two that were less than I was expecting to pay. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a cruising partner in mind.

I mentioned the prices to a friend. She almost immediately volunteered to go with me! She chose to go on the more expensive of the two cruises.

I later mentioned it to my mom who volunteered to go with me on the other cruise.

I still have a little bit to pay on one of the cruises, but I should be all set to go when it’s time. I am so excited!

The Island of Dr. Moreau┬áby H.G. Wells

The Island of Dr. Moreau

The Island of Dr. Moreau by H.G. Wells
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I picked this up for bookclub. We are working on the classics. This one definitely is a classic, but it has definitely not held up over the years. The theme of the story is good, but details are old, understandably.

It was worth reading, anyway. It does have a message that holds up. The reader just needs to remember that it is an old book.

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A Lot of Reviews Coming Up!

I finished quite a few books when I was poolside for a while. I also did a lot of reviews that were pending. I have scheduled most of those that haven’t been posted yet. Take this as fair warning that they are all going to pop up suddenly. I am still single digits behind, but I hope to be ahead soon, since school starts up at the end of August. It’s going to be here soon!

First Day Off

I took some time off work to just relax. I arrived at my destination to find that my mom had ordered some tshirts for me and left them out for me to find. Thanks, Mom!

The reflection in the TV is the remote sitting at the foot of the bed. I noticed that it looked weird, so I thought I might want to mention what it is.

All the Bookmarks?

I brought many many books with me for my time away. Most of them have been started and are almost finished. Hopefully, I’ll get some actually finished by the time I leave.

For the books that I brought that I haven’t started. I need bookmarks! I forgot to pack some. I have several dozen bookmarks at home, and have packed zero, I think. I recall picking up a small box of them and putting them somewhere. Maybe they are in the box of books that I haven’t opened yet?

It seems silly to use a grocery receipt as a book mark when I have so many actual bookmarks to use. Let’s hope I packed them!

Losing the car

I had an unexpected day off, so I decided to be productive about it. Molly and I had a long list to do.

We started by taking her mom to work in her mom’s car. Molly alerted us by whining whenever a dog was visible. Then I had to go to the ATM. She cried a little when I got out, but stopped soon.

I came back and there was a car that looked like mine near my daughter’s. I knew I didn’t have my car, so I walked past the little red one to a Toyota SUV. My daughter doesn’t have a Toyota. I couldn’t find her car, so I honked the door lock a few times. Couldn’t find it. Then I see miss Molly looking at me from four cars away wondering what the heck I was doing and why I didn’t get in the car.

It’s one thing to do stupid things like that, but another to have a witness. At least Molly won’t tell on me.

Not Visiting Disney?

Disney is modernizing?

The article linked above is from a “gentleman” who no longer will visit any of the Disney parks because the corporation is no longer following the vision that Walt Disney had of it when it opened in the 50s. From what I gather, the 50s was a time that was very much into white privilege. The writer of the above article seems to be living in the 50s still, if he thinks that the Disney parks should remain the same way that Walt envisioned it.

We wouldn’t have many of the rides that we do today, if we kept it in the 50s. Many of the safety measures wouldn’t be in use. The park certainly wouldn’t be inclusive.

I was very happy to see that the Disney corporation was coming into the modern world. Maybe, eventually, the author of that article will join us. Until then, with his attitude, I don’t think anyone will miss him. Disney will go on financially without him.

Dropping the keys

I was leaving the house one morning and I had my hands full. I had my purse, my car keys, my phone, and a coffee grinder that I borrowed from a friend. I did not put the small items in my purse because they were going to be used in the car, so there wasn’t a point. The coffee grinder didn’t fit in my purse, but, don’t worry, I was not planning on using it in the car.

I picked up my house keys. I dropped my car keys. Ok, fine. At least it wasn’t my phone. I took about 5 steps while trying to put the house keys in my purse. Down went the car keys again. At least it wasn’t the borrowed coffee grinder. I opened the door to leave. The car keys were on the ground again. Did someone oil them today?

I managed to get to the car without anymore incidents. I called a friend during my drive and told her about the dropping of the keys. Basically, the response was to tell me to take a deep breath and the day would get better. Ok. I can do that. Breathe in. Breathe out.

I parked at work. I took the keys out of the ignition and dropped them on the floor of the car, between my feet.

Dance to the Muszac

I have a knack for finding the interesting people wherever I go. I went to the grocery store and was standing at the deli, waiting my turn. The woman who was being helped had the cutest shoes on. I complimented her. I got the longest response that I have received in a long time. “Thank you so much! They are Danskins so they are supposed to last at least ten years. They are very comfortable and I keep getting them painted by the cobbler who says they show no signs of breaking down any time soon and they are 7 years old. I had no idea that they would look this good when they are this old.” Wow. I think that she hasn’t spoken to anyone in a while.

I had an uneventful trip around the store, filling up the cart. No one in my way. No one doing anything that annoyed me. Nothing. Phew.

I got to the point where I was trying to choose a checkout line. A man was trying to do the same thing. He was entertaining himself while he did the deciding. He was dancing the cha-cha to the music playing overhead. In normal times, I would have cut in and joined him, but it’s not easy to be lead from 6 feet away. I smiled at him, but he couldn’t tell because of my mask, I am sure. He suggested that I take lane 6, and he’d take lane 4. Worked for me!

I miss dancing with random people in the grocery store. Or Starbucks. Or the mall.