Getting My Cruise On

There must be something in the south Florida air that sets my mind to wandering.  Seriously, I haven't given much thought to the Caribbean during the past three or four months.  Whiling away the days a few hundred miles to the north had my head clearly wrapped around fall foliage and lake living.  Cruising the Caribbean was but a distant memory.  Yet here I am, five short days upon returning to the island, about to board a ship for 11 fun-filled days at sea.



This trip was booked months ago, long before that fateful July morning.  In all probability if we had known then what we know now the ship would most likely be sailing without us.  But don't look for me to give up my berth anytime soon.  In fact I have done a complete mental turn around in the past five days.  Winter coats and boots were left behind in PA.  Sweatshirts and jeans have been laundered and tucked into the far corners of my closet.  Shorts and sandals were located and are now packed and ready to go.  My feet are tapping to the steel drums beating a rhythm in my head and my heart races at the  thought of penny slots sitting idle in the casino.  I have even concocted a plan of attack to counteract all of that food.  I would say I am ready to go.

The off-spring have been pretty quiet thus far.  No ugly phone calls and soliloquies about addiction and rehab. I'm almost certain they thought us cured when we purchased the cottage.  It appears they were wrong.  We are cruise-aholics and proud of it.

Now you will have to excuse me while I grab my Pina Colada, it's time to get my cruise on and sail away.  Bon Voyage.