It Was a Dark and Stormy Night, Part II
Opera House in Buenos Aires is now a picturesque and very busy book store. During our first few days at sea, I completed When Two Feathers Fell From the Sky by Margaret Verble. Being forced into the supine position by the motion of the ocean most of the day, I am now reading Crossroads by Jonathan Franzen. Last night, waves reached as high as thirty feet as we were tossed about in our cabin. Though we have not become ill, we certainly feel uncomfortable.
The weather was somewhat better this afternoon but according to our weather app, the high winds cause 37 degrees to feel like 11 degrees. It seems I was more resilient in my youth and less affected by my environment.
As George Strait wrote;
Well, the truth about a mirrorIs that a damned old mirror
Don't really tell the whole truth
It don't show what's deep inside
Or read between the lines
And it's really no reflection of my youth
I was a young troubadour
When I rode in on a song
And I'll be an old troubadour
When I rode in on a song
And I'll be an old troubadour
When I'm gone
It’s not the size of the boat, it’s the motion of the ocean 😉
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DeleteDangit! I was fully prepared with this same comment, only to find I’m two weeks late. (Finally catching up on the blog.)
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