Date: Dec 29, 2006 10:29 PM
Subject: Friday, December 29, 2006
Friday, December 29, 2006
Almost everything went well so far today. I just wish I could get use to this laptop computer. It hung up on me twice and then refused to go on saying it was out of memory when I know it has plenty. On top of which it keeps misspelling words ande typing wrong sletters.
My slave, travel agent, house sitter, friend Vicki showed up at about 11:30 this morning. She was loading a large cooler with food from our fridge that would go to waste if she did not take it. I had walked into the kitchen and was standing right next to the cooler. Obviously
she must not have seen me walk up. It is probably because I am so petite, much like tinker bell. While loading and babbling away, as usual, she must have finally seen me out of the corner of her eye. At first glance I must look like the boogieman. At least I did to her. She lets out this blood curdling scream while jumping half way across the kitchen. I guess you had to be there but Bobbi got so hysterical laughing that she almost peed herself. She stood there laughing, red
in the face, with her legs crossed for the longest time before running to the bathroom.
Forty five minutes early, at about 12:15, the limo shows up. I take a look and see a stretch Lincoln sitting on the drive. I tell the driver there is no way all our luggage will fit. Just then a 15 passenger van shows up. They sent both. Unbelievable. We didn't really need all the room this year. As promised, Bobbi cut way down on her packing. There are only 11 suitcases instead of the usual 12.
It was pretty empty at the dock. They took our luggage and a lady named Rose came up to us and asked if we were Mr and Mrs Rootberg. She then introduced us to Ferd who took our two carry ons with the PC and medicines. He walked us right to x-ray and on to the show lounge on the ship. On the way a young lady came over and took one piece of our luggage. After looking for a bit, they discovered we were special and should have been to the main desk. They then called our butler to take us to our suite. His name is Girish. He is about 7 feet tall and was our friends, the Kapels, butler last year. He was very good.
The PC connected up to the ships internet very easily but AOL does not get along with it very well. It takes a while to get on. All but one of our bags are here so far. While in the lobby we saw two men walking by with a badly torn up, coffee colored, Hartman suitcase with the clothes hanging out. I thought I saw an airline tag on it, I hope. That is the kind of bag I am missing. But all it had was mostly my pants. I don't really need those. We are only going to
mostly warm places.
All of our luggage finally did get here. I am really tired from all the unpacking I watched Bobbi doing. It got to be too much for me so I had to stop watching.
At dinner we found many of the staff from last year. Some I did not remember came up to us saying welcome back Mr and Mrs Rootberg. We asked for a table for four and asked for another couple to join us. Again a small world. He had recently done business with a good friend of ours, Bob Kramer. Their names were Mary and Brian Presley. The food was excellent, the wine outstanding, and a sugar free pineapple cake was unbelievable. Last year they did not make good sugar free deserts.
After dinner we went to the show in the main show lounge. The singers and dancers were better then ever if that is possible. Pam wrote us again. She has got to be a very nice person to like dogs so much. Her letter follows.
Hi there,
Spike is doing well. Maybe it's just my imagination, but, I could swear he turns his lips upwards to smile! He is very cute and seems happy and content. He loves to eat, and enjoys treats. Spreads out on his little bed and munches away on a chicken jerky strip.
Question: besides the arthritis medicine, do you give Spike a pain pill every day or just if he seems to be in pain?
He's very easy going -- spends most of the day and night on the couch, laying on one side or the other. He likes to sit outside next to Stella and just enjoy the sun and fresh air. Then he comes back inside after an hour or so and goes back to lay on the couch. Last night I took him into the bedroom with us, and he cuddled up to me and gave me kisses, and we all went to sleep.
Casper, the Bichon, went home this morning, and a new friend just came over for him this afternoon. It was the first time I heard your Spike barking like crazy. He got all excited to meet a new buddy! His name is Rusty and he is also a poodle... a miniature poodle. They seem to like each other a lot.
That's it. Good night and A Happy Saddam Hanging to all.
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