But even the best cruises end, so after breakfast today I returned to the cabin to watch football and begin packing while G was out doing his thing. Good grief I overpacked. I have a pair of shorts that I didn’t wear in 38 days. That’s criminal. A pair of pants I wore to travel to LA and not since then. But I’ll tell you what I wore…and wore and wore, and that’s my Rip Skirts. These are as versatile as I’d hope they’d be, and got worn breakfast to evening and as a swimsuit cover up. Highly recommend.
The Broncos game kept us from going to a final lunch in the Botticelli Dining Room, but that second half demanded to be enjoyed (and stressed over). After it ended we went up to the Lido Deck for grilled chicken breast and fries, and then I camped in the Horizon Court watching more Villa Vie Odyssey videos (There never was a viable business plan. People were so foolish. This was never anything but a Ponzi scheme.) while G did his packing.
I didn’t want to pack wet swimwear and so skipped my water workout today, but we enjoyed another gorgeous day, with just a brief passing shower this morning and a very moderate swell. No need to tape the drawers shut tonight.
We weren’t especially hungry for dinner, but went anyway, to deliver thank you notes and tips to Libres and Sulton, and finished up before the baked Alaska parade. Big hugs at the end. Weep!
Tonight’s Princess Theater show was the Australian Beatles, back for a second oergormance, and that was much better than the usual final night variety show. Some of the best entertainment of the cruise!
And finally, some sad news. Doggy Blu is no longer with us. He was the best pup, and is going to be so missed by many, including G and I. We were remembering a walk we once took him on when there was foot of snow on the ground. He tunneled and tunneled to his heart’s content, and when he resurfaced had a hat of snow between his ears. We still smile about that.
But to end on a happy note, G sent me this pic that came up his memories today. The boys were 5 years old, we had taken them to an outdoor concert, and, yes, McGee had two broken arms that summer. For two months, Lego building became a team effort. Luckily, I take direction well. 😉