Moksen, my nephew Bassem’s new father-in-law, invited us to be his guest on an early Nile Dinner Cruise. He’d enjoyed our hospitality on a visit to the States and was eager to return the favor. He returned the favor in spades!
An Early Arrival
Since we’d allowed plenty of time to visit the monastery during our trip from Alex to Cairo, we were early to the cruise. Izzat entertained us a little by driving us around the elegant neighborhood near the dock of the boat, but that didn’t take very long and we really didn’t have time for anything else. Hence we arrived at the boat long before anyone else – and what a boat!
I’m telling you Cleopatra would have been thrilled to take a cruise on this boat. The photos really don’t do it justice, but the boat was covered in gilded pharaonic decorations. The waiters wore the same garb as Cleo’s servants would have worn. All that was missing was getting fanned by ostrich plumes and I have a feeling if I’d asked for it, they would have been able to comply with my wishes.
An Excellent Meal
If you remember any of the details about my nephew’s wedding and reception, then you know that no expense was spared. This dinner cruise was similar – the best of the best.
While we waited for our party, I checked out the restroom facilities and they were much improved over our roadside stop. Then we wandered around the boat checking out every elegant detail.
Before long Moksen and his lovely wife Shahira, first on the left side, were coming aboard and the party started. It was a huge, delicious meal and I was thrilled to be with my family once again.
Once we’d eaten our fill (and a little bit more) we all wandered outside to enjoy the view from the decks. Our hosts had invited us to the early cruise – about 2:30 – and this allowed us to see Cairo in all it’s daytime glory. I’m sure the evening experience is romantic, but I would not have traded our daytime views for anything.
I am so lucky to have had the opportunity to enjoy this amazing trip. It seems as if every time I travel I say, “This was the trip of a lifetime,” but each time it seems true. From family tours of historic American sites when I was a child to wandering through the English countryside in my twenties to the Danube Cruise I took in 2016, they are all singular experiences many people never get the opportunity to enjoy. This trip was no different. Each day was an absolute wonder. It has taken over a year to share it with you, but it is finally drawing to a close. Only one more full day to share and then we’ll have to see what our next adventure will be.
Enjoy and come back tomorrow for our return to the Fairmont. The second time around was a little more problematic that our original stay!
There she is! Royal Caribbean’s Vision of the Seas. On our day at sea, we explored many of her charms and suffered a few of her deficiencies. Come along and see how it went.
Up & At ‘Em
First up, the gym! I’m an early riser, so I take advantage of it to get in an hour on a stationary bike. The gym on Vision of the Seas is nice, but quite small. On this morning, pretty much every spot on the equipment was filled.
I got my hour in and headed back to the room via the the buffet. I filled up my soda cup, got Bill some ice water and picked up a few pastries in case Mr. Bill was ravenous.
Breaking Our Fast
We enjoy the luxury of sit down service and convivial company, so we returned to the Aquarius Dining Room for our morning repast. There is no assigned seating, so you get the luck of the draw in table mates. The luck of the draw in food was pretty marginal, especially their sorry excuse for Eggs Benedict.
We ended up at a table with a bunch of round dancers, who were nice, but only interested in their dancing, so we were relieved when a mother and her daughter arrived. After a little chatting we discovered they’d been caught in all the flooding from Harvey and it was interesting to hear about their experiences. They became our new cruise buddies and we enjoyed seeing them several other times during the week.
We went back to the room so Bill could wrangle with his computer and the market. I took a shower and got ready for the day, in part by perusing the Cruise Compass and picking out the good stuff, like the Art Auction
Champagne Art Auction
One of my favorite things at sea are the Park West art auctions. How can you lose if you’re spending your morning looking at art and hearing tidbits about artists and the art world, while you sip free champagne? I’m probably not ever going to be bidding, but it’s relaxing, fun and interesting. Bill doesn’t exactly feel the same way. He’ll attend, probably more for the champagne than the art, but he sits there, giving me a running commentary on the dangers of buying art at sea, just in case I get the urge to lift my bidding card.
Were I to actually bid on something, it would be because I thought it was a pretty picture and I’d enjoy looking at it. Occasionally I’ll say something complimentary about a painting and Bill reacts as if I’m considering purchasing a fake Mona Lisa and he demands to know which wall we’d hang it on. It sort of takes the fun out of the dreaming, but I just shake my head in amusement and have another sip of champagne.
Beyond the champagne, there’s always a free gift of art. This time a 7×7 seriolithograph by Yuval Wolfson. If I had any space on our walls, I could frame it and hang it. Instead it will end up in my scrapbook. There was an extra bonus this time which will also find its way to my scrapbook. To hold the audience’s attention, they also have drawings for Royal Caribbean chotkies, like t-shirts and water bottles. To my amazement I won one of the drawings and I got two lovely 8×10 photos of the ship – one of which is shown above – and which will kick off my scrapbook of this adventure.
Winding Up the Day and Gearing Up for the Night
The auction lasted past the sit down lunch, so we were forced to go back to the Windjammer for a buffet lunch. It was marginally better than the Embarkation Buffet, but that’s not saying much.
Usually we would have explored more of the boat, but on this trip, Bill had to keep an eye on the market, so we went back to our room. I really can’t complain about the relaxation. The room was comfortable, the sea was just outside our window and after catching up on my travel journal I did a little reading.
Come back next week and I’ll tell you about formal night.
My first day at sea was ending, but Bill was unfortunately just getting started. Not the best way to spend a cruise.
The Trading Day
Many people think that folks who trade stocks are sitting at their computers all day long, buying and selling, and there are traders who do that, but that’s not Bill. He only makes a few trades a day, if any, at very specific times, mostly at the opening of the market. What he does the rest of the day is research, testing systems and writing code. In fact it’s what he does when the markets are closed that is the most important.
At the end of the day, when he knows whether it’s been a good day or a bad day, then Bill has to get ready for the next morning. His systems will tell him whether there are any potential trades coming up, but he has to decide to whether to execute them or not. He also has to be sure there is plenty of money in the accounts to make his purchases and he has to be very careful about his orders. A careless click on the computer or the wrong wording in the order could cost him thousands.
Trading on the Boat
So, as I changed into my pajamas, Bill was firing up the computer to get ready for his morning trades. Even sitting at his desk at home, this can take hours, according to what’s happening in the market. On this particular Monday, the market had been taking a nosedive since the Friday before and Bill had both of his hands tied behind his back. All he had was a laptop and a bad internet connection. Usually he has multiple computers streaming information onto two huge screens and a rocket-face internet connection which he pays a premium for.
While our cabin was plenty big for sleeping, relaxing, grooming and changing clothes, it did not offer Bill a perfect work space. There was a desk-like area for putting on make-up, but it was not ideal for his purposes. He was hyper-aware that he was just a few feet away from his sleeping wife, so he was trying to keep his movements and noises to a minimum. He also had very poor internet connection and was suffering from the speed of the computer and the small screen.
Somewhere in the wee hours of the morning he decided he might have more luck with all of it out in the public areas. He’d find a comfy chair somewhere near an electrical outlet, prop his laptop on his lap and finish up his work. What he found was that comfy chairs were easy to come by, but electrical outlets were not. He tried a little bit of everything, but as soon as he would find something that might work, one of the other twelve people wandering around the ship after the bars closed would come sit next to him and do something distracting – like argue with their girlfriend or clip their toenails or listen to music so loudly that even though they were using headphones, Bill could hear it.
Eventually, he was able to discern there were no trades that had to made in the morning, but that was only half the battle. He needed desperately to do some more research, but it just wasn’t going to happen. He crawled in bed for an hour or two, but no sleep was to be had.
Even though the Embarkation Buffet on Royal Caribbean’s Vision of the Seas was a disaster, it was still early in the cruise, so I gave them a pass. I blamed us for being so last minute and hoped better meals were ahead. I was also interested in who we’d end up with for table mates.
Matches Made in Heaven
When it comes to our table assignments, so far we’ve been pretty lucky and thankfully, for this cruise, our luck held. I’m not much on names, but Couple #1 was a youth pastor and his stay-at-home wife. Couple #2 was a pair of coffee shop/truck entrepreneurs. Couple #1 was on their first cruise to celebrate an anniversary. Couple #2 seemed to be frequent cruisers. He liked to gamble.
I happen to enjoy formal dining arrangements, a holdover from traditional cruising. One of the big reasons is because I don’t like training a new waitperson for each meal, but I also like the opportunity to get to meet new people, even if though no one may become my new best friend.
We’ve been through a variety of seating arrangements, from formal, timed meals with assigned seating, to Norwegian’s Freestyle. My least favorite was Freestyle. We were traveling with friends, so we really didn’t miss the chance to meet people, but having a new waitperson every night was not so much fun.
Not Exactly Heavenly Food
I was looking forward to our first meal, because first nights at sea are traditionally lobster night. Not on this cruise. You could get lobster, but it was over there on the part of the menu where you had to pay a surcharge. I like lobster, but not enough to pay extra for it. Instead I had escargot for an appetizer, lamb shanks for my entree and a pear concoction for dessert. It was a decent meal.
The escargot was off the charts. Not even the hint of a complaint in that department. The entree was OK. I would have preferred lobster, but nothing wrong with what I had. Dessert was a disaster. If you ordered a Pear Chocolate Crisp, what would you think you were getting? Well, probably not what I got – a row of mousse-y squirts with puree’ed pear in the middle of each squirt and a hardened chocolate decoration stuck in the center of the plate.
They really liked mousse-y, pudding-y desserts on this cruise. Like the Chocolate Sensation they always had in the buffet. It was kind of a chocolate fluff with a chocolate crumb crust. If you saw my face while I typed that, you’d know how bad it was. The Pear Chocolate Crisp was in the same category. With their penchant for mousse and pudding you might think their Creme Brulee would have been good. Well, it wasn’t. It was better than the Pear Chocolate Crisp, but so runny that I would have been embarrassed to call it Creme Brulee.
Instead of beating you up day after day with how bad the meals were, I’ll do some summarizing here. The Lobster Bisque was awful. No cream was used in the making of that soup! Campbell’s cream of tomato soup is thicker and at least as tasty, if not more flavorful. Two guys at our table would order steaks cooked exactly alike, but only one of the steaks would come out with grill marks on it. How did they even do that? The carrot cake was so dry that you could have choked on it. Each meal was an exercise in how not to cook! What a disappointment!
As bad as what we were eating was, one of the ladies at our table required a gluten-free menu and she was having a very hard time. This was no fad thing. Gluten made her sick and caused her hair to fall out. She was not the kind to make a big deal out of it, the way I see some people do. She was very gracious and appreciative of the efforts expended to accommodate her, but I noticed she would look hopefully at every dish delivered, give it a taste and then quietly push it away.
It was time for bed, at least for me. Come back next week for the next chapter of our adventure.
Though he was still fighting the internet, my sweet husband put a good face on it and headed to the Masquerade Theater with me for the Welcome Aboard Showtime. Live entertainment is something we really enjoy, but don’t often splurge on it. It’s usually one of the highlights of our cruise. Follow me to the 5th deck.
Getting There is Not Half the Fun
Our least favorite space on any cruise boat is the casino. The area is usually loud, and it also has lots of lights blinking, garish decorations and second hand smoke. For some reason, the people who design ships think it’s cool to direct traffic through there. We disagree with them, but apparently that doesn’t make any difference.
On Vision of the Seas going through the casino was just about the only way to get to the theater without going outside and when you’re all dolled up, outside is not preferable. Those romantic shows you’ve seen, where a couple stands at the railing of a ship at the end of the evening, are lies. Most evenings, unless you’re on a protected deck, the wind is enough to blow you and your carefully coiffed hair into the sea.
Bill probably didn’t even realize what kind of expression he had on his face as we walked through the casino, but I saw it. It definitely said, “What have I gotten myself into?” I was hoping the show would be good.
The Royal Caribbean Singers & Dancers
For fun lets call them the RCSD for really-can’t-sing-or-dance. Well, there was one guy who was a pretty good dancer, but I’m not sure whether he was all that good or they were all that bad. When he’d do a high kick, he’d almost smash his nose, but none of the others were anywhere in his league, so even that was distracting rather than entertaining. The singers were consistently weak. I know there are all kinds of really talented people out there dying for an opportunity of any sort. Where were they all when it was time for Royal Caribbean auditions?
The Comedy of Nery Saenz
The best part of that evening’s entertainment was that the RCSD were not the whole show. The bulk of the time was devoted to a really funny comedian. I’m not all that crazy about comedy routines, because usually they cuss too much, use foul language, depend on sexual innuendo and insult people. This comedian managed to be funny without resorting to any of that.
The comedian’s primary shtick focused on how un-glamorous it is to be a comedian on a cruise ship. He poked fun at himself and his husbanding skills. You got the idea that while being away from home all the time was difficult, he really loved his wife and family. He also had a show later that evening, so he’s probably well-versed in cussing, foul language, sexual innuendo and insults, but I didn’t go to that show and I’m glad I didn’t. If only people 18 and older are allowed, I’m probably not going to enjoy it.
After the show it was time for dinner. You won’t want to miss that, so come back next week.
Royal Caribbean calls their internet service VOOM and it comes in two flavors – with and without streaming. We call it FAIL in either flavor.
First Impressions Matter
After a disappointing Embarkation Buffet and Sail Away, we were getting worried about out cruise, but the boat was nice, our cabin was fine and we liked our cabin attendant. All was not lost – yet. We’d made a stab at having fun. Now it was time to get down to business. As I shared a few weeks ago, even though he’d tried to offload his business for the few days we’d be gone, it hadn’t worked and Bill was going to have to keep an eye on the market. For that we’d need internet, so we made our way to Deck 5 to do a little business.
Literature I had read suggested there would be an internet cafe somewhere on the boat with free wi-fi. There wasn’t. Perhaps some of the ships have it, but not Vision of the Seas. There were a few computers you could log onto and there was some limited internet access, but if you wanted to check your email forget about it. Doing what Bill wanted to do would have been impossible.
We went to the Customer Service Desk and they said we could just log-in and get internet ourselves or we could see the Internet Desk. Since there were two different packages and he wasn’t sure which one he wanted, he went to the Internet Desk. He also only wanted internet on two of the four days, not the balance of the cruise.
There was no attendant at the Internet Desk, so we cooled our wheels until they came back. When she appeared, Bill really challenged her scripts. Everybody is supposed to want internet for the whole cruise and she didn’t know what to think of Bill. In the end, she also told him how to sign up online, because if she signed him up on his phone,he’d have to log out of the phone and then log back in on the laptop. See when you sign up for internet you only get it for one person on one device – and they mean it.
So we dutifully went down to the room. I finally started unpacking and Bill sat down to log in. Soon I was unpacked and Bill was headed back out of the room, because what had sounded so reasonable at the Internet Desk didn’t work on the laptop in the room. I stayed behind to finish unpacking and to start getting ready for the evening.
When he got back I could tell things did not go well. The VOOM lady had offered to give him a refund when he told her how much trouble he was having. I bet that was an interesting conversation. She quickly got the message that a refund wasn’t going to cut the mustard and soon he was working his way up the food chain to find someone on board who could get him online. They’d finally gotten him operational, but barely. He was one unhappy cruiser.
Obviously, things were not going well on this cruise – and guess what! The disappointments had only just begun. Come back next week and we’ll go investigate a few other shortfalls.
TRAVEL HERE: EMBARKATION, LIFE BOAT DRILL & SAIL AWAY
Once we were aboard, the first thing we did was go to our room to drop off our stuff. It was fine. Plenty of storage, enough room not to trip over each other every moment and by some sort of miracle, more than enough hangers. That hangers part was most amazing. Then it was time to eat.
The Embarkation Buffet
Theoretically, this meal should be a showcase of all the good things to come. This buffet gave us a preview of what to expect in the upcoming cruise – we just didn’t want to accept that reality.
Travel is a learning experience and I never learned about the embarkation buffet until I took the cruise with my bestie back in 2015. She made sure we took advantage of the culinary offering and I was wowed. Can you say seafood and lots of it?
The Embarkation Buffet on Royal Caribbean’s Vision of the Seas was just a mess. Yes, we rolled in there at the last minute, but it looked as if no one on the staff had even looked at it for a few hours. We wandered around and around and around looking but not finding anything that appealed to us. We were hungry, no meal since breakfast, but it looked like they had just taken all the leftovers from the previous cruise and slapped them out on the buffet tables. It was bad.
We picked up a few items that were the least bad of the bunch and tried to make a meal of it. It was about 2:30 and the buffet was supposed to be over at 2:45. Bill decided to go back for some bread and I went to check out the desserts. We were too late. Everything was gone. At 2:35 Bill asked a member of the crew, “What time is the buffet over?” The answer, “2:45.” Obviously, not exactly.
Life Boat Drill & Sail Away
Next up was the Life Boat Drill and that was fairly painless. Our SailPass Card had our location on it. There was fantastic signage and helpful crew all the way along. We stood on the deck a few minutes and then it was all over. We wandered the boat a little, getting our bearings and then it was time for the Sail Away.
Bill loves the Sail Away. Some of our favorite moments on cruises happen then. Like when we sailed away from Budapest or Kauai or Miami. This was not one of our favorites.
I’ve already mentioned how ugly Galveston’s port is and there is really nothing Royal Caribbean can do about that. They really couldn’t help the weather either. A little foggy and misty. Lots of wind. Sort of miserable actually, but we gave it a brave try.
However, they could do something about volume – as in the volume of the music. Everywhere we went on deck was LOUD! Someone needs to explain that louder is not better. A poor singer is only made worse when you turn up the volume. Bad weather does not disappear because you turn up the music. This tendency to blast away everyone’s eardrums was not limited to the Sail Away. It was one of my biggest complaints about the whole cruise. If there was a microphone and a speaker, whatever was being amplified was too loud.
Perhaps we could have stood the weather if the music hadn’t been so loud or we could have put up with the loud music if the weather had been better, but we couldn’t tolerate both.
And then there was my glasses. I was still traumatized from thinking I had lost my sunglasses in the embarkation madness. Standing on deck fighting the wind as Bill looked over the railing, I decided to take a look at the day’s schedule to find a better place to enjoy the Sail Away, but first I needed my glasses. I frantically started looking for them and soon I was telling Bill I had to go back to the room. He asked what for and I said I needed my glasses. As we stood there discussing it in less than pleasant tones, I realized my glasses were actually on my face. You’ll notice I realized it, instead of the person who was looking at me.
That little crisis over, we headed inside for a better vantage point and found the Park Cafe. I scored a Chocolate Chip Cookie and it was pretty good. Bill got a cup of coffee and it wasn’t so good. I had been trying to discover where one got one’s cup for the soda program since I got on board, but I wasn’t having much success. The cup was supposed to be in our cabin, but just as I had run into on a past cruise – it wasn’t. Finally, a female crew member, who was supposed to be selling the soda program, took pity on me and gave me one of the cups she had. Finally, a little Diet Dr Pepper!
We eventually gave up on the Sail Away and then went to talk about wi-fi privileges.
After all the difficulties Bill had faced trying to get out of town, our actual departure was fairly smooth. We left within 15 minutes of our targeted ETD. We miscalculated where the HOV lane would dump us, but even going out of our way in downtown Dallas, the traffic was so bad on I-30 we made time with our mistake. About 11, we exited at a rest stop to use the facilities and change drivers. By 2, we were at the cruise terminal, but so were a whole lot of other people.
Not Exactly a Tourist Destination
I want you to know that Galveston is a wonderful place to visit, but you wouldn’t know that from a picture of their port. It is an industrial port with a couple of cruise ships thrown in for good measure. What can I say? It’s ugly!
We dropped our bag off at the terminal and made our way to the parking lot. (Yes, that was a singular bag! I got everything in one suitcase!) We’d saved $5 by booking online (Thank you, Sherry!) We needed to be on board by 3:30 and I hadn’t been worried when we got to the terminal, but the parking lot made me nervous. I don’t even think a hurricane would have lit a fire under these people, but we did make the deadline.
Going Through Security
I understand the need for security measures, but I hate it. You’re passing around important documentation and taking valuable items out of your carry-on, not to mention dressing and undressing. When I’m flying, I try to dress around the metal detectors, but to tell you the truth, I didn’t even think about going through a metal detector to get on board the cruise. Maybe that’s why I had on a metal belt and shoes with metal decorations on them. I took off the offending accessories and tried again. That time my sunglasses set it off.
I went through all the rigmarole of getting dressed again and headed for check-in. Suddenly, I needed my glasses and I couldn’t find them. This would cause a panic in any situation, but if you read my blog last week, then you know why the disappearance of my glasses made me absolutely frantic. I ran through the terminal back to the place where I re-dressed. I made the people at the metal detector and x-ray machine prove my sunglasses weren’t there. I felt tears brimming in my eyes.
I ran back to the pile I’d left next to Bill and started rifling through my backpack again. Bill wasn’t happy. At the moment he was more interested in checking in, but if I had lost my new prescription sunglasses, he was going to be even more unhappy. Sitting in the floor, dumping everything out of the backpack I did find the glasses, but by then I was already suffering heart palpitations. It would take me awhile to get back to normal and before that could happen, I would misplace another pair of glasses.
My life is pretty busy. Last year, before I went to Egypt, I really meant to get my eyes checked and update my lenses. My sunglasses were so scratched up I could barely see out of them, but one thing led to another and I ended up with my beat up sunglasses on vacation. That turned into a blessing, because I lost the sunglasses going through security in Sharm el Sheikh, but that was only the beginning of the saga.
Juggling My Glasses
While the part of me that is reasonable and practical was sad to lose my sunglasses, there was also a part that did a little happy dance. The loss was unfortunate, because the frames were fairly new. I’d worn my previous pair of prescription sunglasses for a long time with complete satisfaction. I bought them in 2006 and just kept replacing the lenses, until I realized I had actually worn off all the decoration.
In 2015 I had my eyes checked and there was a new development. Glasses and sunglasses weren’t enough. I also needed computer glasses. So, my regular glasses, a pair of wire frames I’d been dissatisfied with for a long time became my computer glasses and I bought new frames for my regular glasses and my sunglasses.
My new regular frames were great. They were red Calvin Kleins and I felt snazzy in them. The sunglasses were a fail. They looked marvelous, but they just wouldn’t stay on. The arms weren’t curved enough behind my ears, so they fell off all the time. Hence the many scratches. They’d bounced off every surface from the bottom of a dumpster to pavement. So losing them gave me the opportunity to buy some new frames that would actually stay on my face.
Time to Upgrade
I really shopped around for sunglasses, because I have very sun-sensitive eyes. I probably wear my sunglasses more than I wear the other two. I wanted to find a pair I would love as much as I did the ones I’d purchased in 2006. Then I found out Brighton sunglasses are prescription ready. They are my favorite sunglasses in the world, but I hadn’t been able to wear them since 2006, when I had to start wearing prescription sunglasses.
Let me tell you something, optometry shops want you to buy frames. They must mark them up about a 1000%. All this second pair free stuff is a dead give away. I didn’t realize how serious they were about this until I tried to get my new prescription filled at Costco. Even though they charge you hundreds for your lenses, its the frames they care about.
The clerk did everything she could to discourage me from using my old frames. I had to sign a waiver releasing Costco from responsibility should the frames break and even then she couldn’t guarantee that wherever it was they sent them would fill the prescription. I’d just have to do without my glasses for 10 days.
To add insult to injury, they wouldn’t fill my sunglasses prescription at all. The frames had stones in them. Puh-leez! Tough luck for me. I walked in with three pairs of glasses to update, but only left behind one pair, because they wouldn’t do my sunglasses and having to wait 10 days while they sent them off meant I’d have to use my computer glasses for every day. I wanted to just tell them no thanks, but Costco was the vendor my husband had approved and I was trying to cooperate.
Then I went to find someone who would fill a prescription in a pair of glasses with stones in them. I don’t want to talk about how much it cost. I am still traumatized!
The Agony Continues
Eventually I had new lenses in all my glasses and for a short while I was a happy camper, but it didn’t last long. My beloved red Calvin Kleins fell apart. I’d just spent a fortune getting all those prescriptions filled and I loved my red glasses, so first I went back to the people at NorthPark, where I’d bought the glasses originally, hoping they could repair them. Too bad, so sad – they sent me to a jewelry repair place. The jewelry repair place referred me on to a place in Richardson where they repaired glasses. I don’t want to talk about how much it cost, but I was desperate.
I felt the same way when the darned things broke again. So I went back to NorthPark place one more time, hoping that by some sort of magic I could special order a replacement pair – something I hadn’t asked about when I’d gone in hoping they could repair the glasses. Finally, the glasses elves smiled on me. I couldn’t get the red glasses, but they still had the same frames in black! Yes, I had to pay for them, but they did give me a discount after I wailed to high heaven about their “second pair free” promotion. It just seemed wrong that I’d been through such a painful series of glasses related issues and now they were going to charge me full price to replace the frames I’d originally bought from them. As I wailed, I never admitted how glad I was that I was not going to have to start from scratch and get new lenses also.
What Now ?
So, I went on for several months more, juggling three pairs of glasses and wishing for the days when I could see without them. I make do with the computer glasses around the house and keep the other glasses in my purse for use when I am away from home, but it still seems like I am continually looking for one pair or the other.
One day in December I was out running errands when I realized I had my computer glasses on my head. I walked back to the car and put them there so I wouldn’t lose them – but of course, I did. Back at home, after I’d changed my clothes I realized my glasses weren’t in the dish in my bathroom where I usually keep them. So I went back to the car, but they weren’t there. So I checked the pocket of the jacket I’d worn, but they weren’t there. I scoured the entire downstairs over and over, thinking I might have set them down somewhere along the way without realizing it. I checked my purse, the pocket of my jeans, anywhere I could think of that had even the remotest possibility of hiding the glasses. In the days to come, I would tear up the whole house and go back to every location I visited while running errands. The glasses had disappeared off the face of the earth.
Weeks later, for some forgotten reason, I wanted the old blow-dryer I used to use, which I keep shoved in a hidden corner of my closet. Bill uses it sometimes to help build a fire on the grill, but that wasn’t the reason I went digging for it this particular time. Whatever the reason, I found my computer glasses on the closet floor. Of course, they were shoved so far back that I had missed them the other 3000 times I’d looked for them.
You may wonder why I’ve taken so much time to tell you of all my recent woes with my glasses, but I had to tell you or the next chapter in my travel tale would not have made any sense. Come back next week and I’ll tell you about our embarkation on Royal Caribbean’s Vision of the Seas.
It was Thursday. Our boat would leave on Monday afternoon. I had everything I would wear gathered into one section of the closet, ready to pack. Bill would wait until the last minute, as always. I was having lunch with my Bible study girls when I got a text from Bill. One of his uncles had died. This was sad news, but since they lived in Canada, no way we’d be attending the funeral. When I got home and he was in a blue mood, I thought the death was the cause. I didn’t know the sky was falling.
A Workplace Hiccup Shakes Up Our Cruise
It would take more than a blog post to explain what Bill does, but suffice it to say he’s in the market. He trades using a series of programs he has developed. His plan was to turn his programs over to his broker to make the trades while he was gone. This was a humongous project. There’s always a little housekeeping you need to do when you turn your work over to someone else and Bill had to put safeguards in place, so that his proprietary information would stay proprietary. So, in the weeks before the cruise he logged a lot of hours in on his computer to get everything ready. We were celebrating his birthday, after all.
Then it came time to shift his programs over to the broker and they ran into a glitch. It would take another entire blog post to explain it, so just believe me – it wasn’t good. They might have overcome the issue with more time to work on it, but there wasn’t any time. Like most glitches, there had been no way to anticipate it, so Bill was just stuck with having to monitor his systems himself during the cruise. He wouldn’t be involved in all the research and coding that goes into a normal day of work, but he wouldn’t be free of it either.
Bill spends his day with an array of pc’s and extra large monitors to do what he needs to do. He’d spent a couple of weeks getting some of it ready to turn over to his broker, who had his own set of pc’s and extra large monitors. Since that wasn’t going to happen, Bill now had to figure out how to get all that computer power into his laptop. The balance of time before the cruise was barely enough time to accomplish this.
Then the Market Blew Up
Friday morning the market blew up, as in fell apart and started dropping like a brick. Since the first of the year we’d been doing pretty well and that was why Bill had been ready to turn everything over to someone else and really enjoy the cruise. Now all of his plans were going to hell in a hand basket. We weren’t going to have to sell the house or anything, but it really wasn’t the kind of thing a trader wants to have happen before they leave town.
Even when it’s being good to you, the market is stressful. Trying to keep up with it on vacation with the market going down and no bottom in sight is bad enough. Throw his technical challenges into the mix and we couldn’t have picked a worse time to go if we’d tried. We had a standing joke that every time we try to leave it’s the worst time we could do, but he didn’t find it funny when I brought it up.
He kept all of this to himself until some time on Saturday. I just thought he was reeling from the market dive and his uncle’s death. When I knew enough to really appreciate what he was going through, I was surprised he didn’t just call off the cruise – but we hadn’t gotten travel insurance and I don’t know if our issues would have qualified for a refund, even if we had gotten the insurance.
So come back next Monday and we’ll head to Galveston and try to have some fun.