Rough Seas

Day 2
So the weather is pretty good or bad depending on your definition of bad weather. Winds are very high..(30 knots-yay); almost no one but us is walking around out on deck. Thomas returned slightly depressed because he could not get a ping pong table or a fro yo. This is about as bad as it gets. The Portuguese nemesis continues to dominate and insult.
Thomas and I started off the day awkwardly; we woke way too early and since it feels like Christmas every morning, we could not help but open the curtains and start drinking coffee. It was obvious at breakfast however that a pivot was in order: and we needed to go right back to bed and sleep.  I have written about this before, but there is simply nothing like a nap in bad weather on the Queen Mary. One is rocked gently to the sound of howling wind; wind beyond the protective layer of one’s cabin. It is heaven.  
At lunch, Handsome said he heard that we had slept badly, and had taken a nap. He also mentioned I looked like I had partied all night when I arrived at breakfast. (!) My mother complained to him she was slightly seasick; Frederick pre ordered the crepes; Thomas complained that on the other crossings they would report longitude and latitude and most importantly, the weather. This trip we are getting nothing he says. Handsome takes out a notebook to record this request; nodding uh huh; Yes yes..longitude, wave height..yes yes and then says..”number of fish in the sea…” LOL God he is funny. He gets so into the spirit of making fun of Germans and their little needs. I announced to my family that I wished they would all shut up because their needs were taking time away from his adoring glances and compliments directed my way. Thomas said he appreciated that, but felt we could share him since he, Thomas, asked for so little. MMB ignored me totally and prattled on about the birthday party plans for Lester, her new best friend from the next table. I have fantasies of dumping them all so I can ask Handsome Turk more about rogue waves and death onboard. Here are some statistics:
Number of people who have jumped:
1; a German into the Mediterranean. They saw the little table pushed to the edge of the rail, and there was a note at home. He was 70 or so; they looked for him for a couple of hours.
Number of people murdered onboard:
1; With a hammer in the engine room. Staff member.



Thomas and I were discussing what happens if one of us gets dementia and T says he would like me to send him to the Boden See (in Switzerland; pronounced Boden zay) so he can “drool while looking at the alps and the lake”.

I said no f ing way: I am not putting my demented life partner on a plane for the Boden See. I will put him in front of a blow up pool and tell him it is a Swiss lake. Hand him a Toblerone. Dress him the way I want to finally.
F weighed in saying the 13 year old’s version of  “Maybe we should respect his wishes”. I told him to shut up. We are not respecting giving Poppy away.
Then it occurred to me we should just live on the Queen Mary. Not to get too braggy, but we are Gold level members…meaning we have done between two and seven cruises. One more and we are platinum. The next level is diamond, which of course is our dream. No one is sure what that means exactly; But it says it on your room card! Best of all, you could come visit! Meet us in port! Help me explain to Thomas why the waves in the lake are so big.

F has lost in round two in ping pong. Thomas is in the golf simulator. The frozen yogurt machine still does not make a proper swirl of chocolate and vanilla, my mother is taking a nap; resting up for the musical tonight. I don’t believe she is actually in the musical, but ya never know.

The wind is howling outside my deck, and the ship is creaking: whispering that canapés and cocktails will be delivered soon; but first I should get a tea sandwich and some earl grey, and stop in at the fruit carving exhibition to laugh at the elderly English.  

And then, before I get ready for my evening, I should get in the hot tub and toast the wild seas that have allowed me to live for another day.