Cruisin’ VIII

My last day in the lingerie department.  And because it was the last day, we just opted to hang out at the pool – where the scenery could often be delightful.  The Biddies, to their credit, decided it was time for them to try the water slide – which they did with great aplomb.  They each did it once – and decided once was enough.  Something about a lack of real water flow.  Seating was at a premium up top – we couldn’t find lounge chairs so suffered the indignity of sitting upright while we caught rays and read.  Occasionally, a Biddy would wander over to the grill and bring back a plate of goodies.  We watched a hot dog eating contest and wondered how anyone could even think of doing such a thing after a week on a cruise ship that served meals 24/7?

[Without the aid of a net, Rita goes for it . . .]

[ . . . and rapidly disappears into the space-time continuum.]

[Then the supervisor came up to bat . . .]

[ . . . a slight hitch in her swing . . .]

[ . . . then she was gone . . . joining Rita in some alternative universe.]

[The hot dog eating contest drew men, women, and children of all ages.  I have no recollection of who won – I couldn’t watch the carnage!]

[Groovin’ . . . on a Saturday afternoon.]

[The supervisor has a bone to pick.]

[Have you ever seen a finer hat?  It did yeoman service on the trip.]

[I have no idea why I took this photo?]

[How many people fit in a hot tub?]

[Back to the Grand Atrium.]

[The bounding main.]

[Where we were – and where we’re going.]

[The Biddies enjoying Happy Hour in the atrium.]

[With apologies, but how could I not get a shot of that tattoo?]

[Jami . . . lookin’ good!  🙂  Even I, though generally tone deaf in such matters, recognize the importance of the little black dress to a lady’s wardrobe. ]

[Last stroll around the ship.]

[And the sun sinks slowly into the Gulf . . . where it is extinguished by trillions of gallons of salt water.]

[The last supper.]

[Unbeknownst to us at the time, on this very same day other members of our family were also cruisin’ – on the Potomac River.  🙂  ]

[Also unbeknownst to me at the time, the supervisor was becoming a cruise junkie.  I’m not so sure.  I don’t have the figure for it.]

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Cruisin’ VII

Last stop – Cozumel.  Probably the most well-known stop on the trip.  In this part of the Caribbean, Cancun is probably the biggest tourist destination – with Cozumel right behind.  The supervisor had issues with our debarkation photo (above).  Because I have this habit of “shooting the shooter,” I was cropped out of the family photo as someone obviously not part of the party at issue!  The supervisor raised a stink, so I believe the one below was included at no additional charge.  And that one included a little more of me – but cropped out Tom!  Uffda!

[Our first sighting of Cozumel.  The locals pronounce it with a long “o,” but the tourists still said “cause-ah-mel” most of the time.]

[As a major port-of-call, there may be as many as eight cruise ships here at one time.  In it’s heyday before recent hurricanes, the number of cruise ships here would be well into double figures.]

[Sometimes there is good reason for “shooting the shooter.”  😉  ]

[The guy who shot us.]

[Ruthie and Jami taking advantage of the supervisor’s handicap status!  🙂  ]

[Kinda felt like walking down a street on Manhattan.]

[Here come the tourists!]

[This all exists just for tourism.]

[Family reunion for the ships – we’re the Star.]

[Tom poses.]

[They’re still coming in!]

[Taking care of Mom’s bad foot as we gathered for our tour of Mayan ruins at San Gervasio.  Do not know the Corey Pavin look-a-like on the right.]

[Rita joins us from points unknown.]

[On the bus with our tour guide (and I’m sure someone from our party will remember his name?)  You have to get the equivalent of a 3-year college degree to qualify for these tour guide jobs.  He was entertaining and informative.]

[Like any good ruin anywhere, first you have to navigate the commercial entry area.  Buy stuff!  Cozumel is noted for its black coral – and though it is obviously protected, divers can harvest coral that has broken off from natural causes, i.e., storms.  I’m not sure how they monitor that.  The supervisor did buy some jewelry here, as I recall, but it did not contain black coral.]

[Tom holding a display piece of black coral.]

[Here we go, people.  Stay with your group.  Watch your footing.  Stand in the shade when you can.  Hydrate!  Try not to faint or otherwise pass out – that goes especially for you folks from northern climes!]

[The big Mayan ruins are at Tulum, but that’s an all-day tour.  As we will see, we also wanted to hit the beach on this day.]

[This was either an homage to the moon god . . . or a hot pad.]

[Jami negotiates the steps.  If you’ve ever been to ancient ruins,  you know that the steps are always narrow and steep.  As I recall the reason for that is that it you had to climb sideways using a switchback approach – and then the monument required a smaller footprint.  OK, I don’t really recall why?  Jami?  (Editor’s note:  The supervisor has subsequently advised that if you have to walk up and down sideways, you neither face the god directly, nor turn your back on her.  And how could I not know that?)]

[The supervisor takes a load off.  Probably tried to woo a myriad of iquanas to her for a visit.]

[As you’ve all learned from hours in front of the TV watching PBS, the Mayans had a very sophisticated culture.  They were very learned in astronomy, and their architectural designs and lay-outs were based on the 28-day lunar cycle.  Thus, their moon god trumped their sun god has the head honcho.]

[As I recall, this is the place where your worthiness for marriage was tested.  A fire was built in the slot on the right, the prospective spouses individually had to spend some ridiculously long period of time in the “sweat box” in the middle.  I think “I’ll just remain a swinging single” would have the slogan of the day.  Of course, I may be wrong about all of this (though I do remember that fire part!).]

[Just to the right and south of center, a striking black and red butterfly.  There were several around these plants.]

[A green iquana.  Again, not the nightclub on Lake Reno.]

[Jami finds shade.]

[There are 7 tiers on each side to the top of the arch.  There are, of course, the same number on the other side.  Total them all up – 28!  There’s the lunar cycle again.]

[Local flora.]

[“Don’t climb.”  Because you know someone otherwise would.]

[Another iquana.  They are, of course, edible – unless you’re a vegan.  Our guide was asked how is it prepared?  And – no kidding – he said just like chicken.  Everything you’ve never eaten in life tastes like – and is prepared like – chicken!  😉  ]

[I found another use for my Bob Marley bandana.  I was sweating like a stuffed iquana.  Like they say, it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity!]

[Shop ’til you drop!]

[Gotta love the sign!]

[Then it was on to the beach on the far side of the island.  The guide asked if anyone knew why there were no tall buildings on this side.  Our brilliant grandson answered immediately, “Hurricanes.”]

[We had a Mexican buffet (who’da thunk?) for lunch.]

[Should be available at any eating establishment!  🙂  ]

[The view from our table was reasonable.]

[The sand was pretty – but it was deep and a hard slog to the beach.]

[Shell hunting.]

[Tidal pools made wading an adventure.]

[The supervisor did join her grandson out in the breakers.]

[The supervisor’s had enough.]

[Loved my perspective from here.  And the conveyance in which I’m perched almost became my second purchase of the trip – after the bandana.]

[Aforementioned conveyance – a swinging hammock.  The girls were swinging and talking about the ship’s Dancing With the Stars show from the previous night.  They said the runner-up should have won.  The woman on the hammock next to Ruthie started laughing – she was the runner-up!  🙂  ]

[And we’ll have fun, fun, fun ’til daddy takes the T-bird away . . .]

[Back to port.]

[Water at the dock – unbelievably clear.]

[Home again, home again.]

[Possibly my favorite photo of the whole trip – Rita waving good-bye to our fellow Norwegian cruise liner.]

[Adios, Cozumel!]

[The Biddies reminisce about the cruise as we head back to Tampa.]

[Rita dreams of summer cruising on the Moby Obie.]

[Johnny Depp attacks Cozumel?]

[Oh captain, my captain.]

[Cozumel resorts and condos – to the best of my knowledge.]

[Seeking last minute cruise photos.  We had to laugh at two teenage sisters from Montreal who kept coming back for more photos in different outfits.  They were part of our people watching.  It was spring break, so there were a lot of teenagers on board.  Girls in gaggles of 3 or 4 would circle the boat’s interior at high rates of speed obviously intent on getting somewhere in a hurry – in their wake came pods of boys, with size 14 feet, following with no apparent understanding as to why.  Of course, the kids undoubtedly said the same thing about an elderly man who followed three mature women around the boat with a perpetually confused look on his face.]

[It was chocolate night on the ship – just in case your calorie intake had been running a tad low.  These were the kids’ plates.  Rita got one plate for the three of us – it lasted into the following morning.]

[Good night – tomorrow will be our last day on ship.]

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Hope You Got Your Honey Do List Done Already*

* A note from a hockey mom, which was also a reminder to catch up with the blog’s theme.  For you cruise fans, we still have to cover Cozumel and Ft. Myers, but the spring sports season has begun . . . and I haven’t.  Softball (above photo by Val Trumm), golf, tennis, track are now competing with the springtime honey do list!  We did make the softball fundraiser at the Elk’s last night – a spaghetti dinner with all the fixin’s (w/a nod to Niles Crane).  To the best of my knowledge, not a single spaghetti stain on my attire.  The team did a great job tending to the needs of the diners.  We think we can catch our first game, or part of it, this Friday before we go to Harvey at the AAAA Theatre.

[Jami Piepenburg is setting new records every time she runs – and by fall she will be running for the U of M.  Echo Press photo.]

[Jennifer Lawrence is setting new standards in archery.]

[And my favorite columnist, Anna Quindlen, has a new book out.]

Yesterday I passed on a beautiful golf day.  In recognition of the fact that the supervisor is the boss, I decided discretion was the better part of valor and on my own, before I got the look, began the honey do list which had been languishing since return from the cruise.  Mr. Maintenance sprange into action, even after having already completed an hour and half walk at the gym.  Task number one was to take the tarp off all the outdoor furniture that winters under a deck.  Then the dissemination of said furniture.  I have made concessions to age and diminishing muscle mass for this task.  A table whose original top was shattered in a storm and subsequently rebuilt by the supervisor with a tile top is no longer toted up stairs to a lakeside deck.  At one time, I carried this 4,000 pound monster, balancing it on my ahead as I negotiated the steps, often snagging the upturned table legs in overhanging tree branches, at tremendous threat to life and limb!  Now that table is merely carried, with the supervisor’s help, across flat land to the patio.

We interrupt the continuing adventures of Mr. Maintenance to include photos by the staff photographer taken at the girls’ basketball post-season banquet, which we had to miss because of the big boat trip.

[Assistant coach Kevin Engebretson hands out the awards.]

[Coach Wendy Kohler at the mike.]

[JVers]

[Varsity]

[Whitney Giselle, Lauren Trumm, Kalli Bowser, Amanda Christianson, Dani Strater, Cara Wood]

[And Barb and Roger Riley were there representing the Super Fans!]

Mr. Maintenance then tried his hand at washing down all the furniture, installing the umbrellas, and the scrubbing the winter-filthy recycling bin.  Having cleared space under the deck, the supervisor was able to blow out all the leaves and debris, and we had a lovely fire in the burn pit.  (I earlier in the week had enjoyed a lovely pick-up-sticks day in the yard that also lead to a fire – the supervisor’s delight.)  Next up was to move the riding mower out of the garage.  I have previously written about the joys of operating and maintaining our Snapper, the cheapest riding mower available oh those many years ago.  I could not see myself investing in a “real” riding mower at the time because even then they cost more than what it took to put me through college!  The first task once the mower was free was to re-inflate the tires.  I do this with a bicycle pump because it has a gauge.  I first have to take off the “hubcaps” to get at the air thingees.  Those manuveurs produced a lot of grease, and such, under my fingernails.  Now, I have often expressed my desire not to be a grounds maintenance laborer, not that there’s anything wrong with grounds maintenance work – it’s just that I have a long history of exclusively performing white collar office work, where a paper cut could lay me up for weeks!  Once the four tires on the mower and the one on the wheelbarrow were blown up, it was time to see if the Snapper would start.

[Whitney and Lauren]

[Lauren, Whitney, and Cara, the senior tri-captains.  I’m trying to figure out a way to get another year of eligibility for each of them!  🙂  ]

[Lauren w/Jess Syvrud]

[and w/Jaylen Olson-Rodel]

[w/Kalli]

[w/Amanda]

[Lauren and Dad, a/k/a staff photographer]

[w/Kendra Holm]

[w/Sarah Bruzek]

[Basketball Moms!]

[w/Kohler]

[w/Engebretson]

[w/JV coach Julie Hatlestad]

[Val Trumm, a/k/a Mom]

[w/Dave Harris, Voice of the Cardinals]

The Snapper is not so sophisticated as to have a battery.  You pull a cord to start it – just like a walking mower.  In its dodderingdom (there’s that made up word again, Jo), it’s getting harder and harder to do.  First of all, I couldn’t remember whether I’d put Sta-bil in the gas tank.  The first several pulls did not even produce a cough of indifference.  The supervisor suggested checking the oil – we added a tad.  Still no luck.  The supervisor suggested putting a little gas on the spark plug.  I have now become proficient enough that I have the right tool and know how to change a spark plug.  We put a little gas on the plug.  And we remembered from last summer what next-door neighbor and all-around handyman, Arnie, told us – the brake lock probably wasn’t working all that well, so I had the supervisor stand on the brake while I pulled the cord.  A couple more pulls, and just before I went into complete oxygen debt, the old engine fired up!  Noisy as a ’57 Chevy with a straight pipe – but it was running.  I was so proud.  😉   Another honey do job completed.  The final job was just to clean the garage – winters in Minnesota create quite a mess in there.  Lookin’ pretty good now – and I’m probably cleared for the next several rounds of golf!

[We’re pretty much back to our old routine.  Matt Veline played at the winery on Saturday – his 3 1/2 year old son, Will, joined him by playing his cello as a stand-up bass.  Matt (and Julie?) will play on the courthouse lawn this summer for the Red Willow Coalition.]

[And Saturday night, Lisa Lynn was at SAWA.]

[Can summer be far behind?]

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Cruisin’ VI

MEXICO!  Costa Maya, the one stop on the tour where . . . we weren’t going to do anything.  No tours, no shopping trips, just kinda hanging around the scene as it existed just off the boat.  It was the most gloriously touristy place on the trip.  Las Vegas meets Disneyworld – though without the rides or the gambling (as far as I could tell).  It probably got a little naughty after nightfall.  We just sort of meandered around, checked out the shops, unsuccessfully tried to find place to sit on the beach, and eventually moved in on a woman with a young child at a restaurant table and just people watched.

[Photographing the photographer.  This is the guy who took the top photo which they then sell back to you for an enormous profit.  But it’s all in the game.]

[The supervisor, with her bad heel and Jami, gets a ride to town.]

[The kids’ room is the one in the middle of the star.  How about that?]

[The walk to town.]

[Always check to make sure the ship is still there when you leave it!]

[A Carnival Line ship was also there.]

[We’re going to beat you!]

[Oh boy!  Stores!]

[Entering commercial world.]

[Jami at the lens.]

[The beach part of commercial world.]

[The Biddies do speak a rudimentary form of amphibian.]

[I think she ordered a set of these for the dining room table.]

[I thought these would look good on The Biddies.  Just a thought.]

[Then we walked “downtown” – a Mayan temple at the end of the road.]

[It was some time around here where public restrooms became an issue.]

[I believe this is where the Mayans crowned their Homecoming Queens.  And the heat and humidity were starting to do strange things to my hat.]

[Never lose sight of your ship.]

[A green iquana, not to be confused with the nightclub on Lake Reno.]

[Mother and daughter did do early morning yoga on the ship.]

[Why it’s always so important to hydrate.]

[I was hoping they’d all get the “Hot Like Me” t-shirt the sales clerk was wearing.]

[Mindful of home – a “going out of business” sign that had probably been up for years based on its wear and tear!  😉  ]

[My kinda guy!  I was so jealous – but then we were in the land of the siesta.]

[The supervisor and the Mayans do a little dance.]

[Rita photo.  I’m acting as the supervisor’s lifeguard.]

[Thousands of people hoping for the perfect tan.]

[We found one beach chair – for the 3 of us.]

[If you wanted to swim with the dolphins . . . ]

[Hey, Jami!]

[Ah, a place in the shade.]

[As the supervised, I was told to get dolphin photos.  I was trying to figure out a way to free them from their uninvited company from Illinois.]

[Hydrate]

[Hydrate]

[Hydrate]

[I believe the way to private beaches.]

[Too much hydrating?]

[Why I had to get The Biddies “home” before sunset!]

[Our neighbor]

[The beach to the right was offlimits – a wildlife area, we presumed.]

[Where we were.]

[Not a lot of topography, which, as George Carlin noted, you can yell in a crowded theatre.]

[Carnivalians checking us out.]

[Adios, Carnival.]

[The Biddies contemplating a future attempt at the water slide.]

[Adios, Costa Maya]

[Carnival escaped.]

[Our passengers returning to ship.  You are told when you leave to be back by a certain time.  If not, well, it’s a long cab ride home.]

[Swimsuits of The Biddies.]

[Back at the Grand Atrium, a young lady music fan found front row seats.]

[Tomorrow, I would show my technique to The Biddies in Cozumel.]

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