Day Five

I am NEVER, EVER stepping foot on a boat or a plane or a train -- no swaying, gliding, drifting vehicle -- ever, ever, again.
Dad wanted to go out on a cruise to do some whale watching and I agreed -- quite readily, as a fatter of fact.  I love them as much as the next guy.  So, off we went very early this morning.
Got onto a fair-sized boat along with the others.  Every person and family squatting in the best booths.  Of course, Dad and I scoped out the washrooms.  (Lately, that's how we judge a place.)  These boats always smell of diesel and that is unpleasant.  Finally, the engines started up and off we went on our adventure.  It started out slowly, picked up speed and was, eventually, windier than a NASA noise tunnel. It was too windy for me so I stayed inside.
All dad was missing was Kate Winslett by his side.  There he was, on the promontory of the ship, holding on to the the side railings, chest out to the wind.  This scene could have been enhanced with our very own, cheesy Celine Dion belting out the theme song from Titanic. It was quite a picture.
With his Tilley hat tied tightly under his chin, the front and back rims blown straight up from the wind, there he was looking like a five-year-old on the adventure of a lifetime.
After an hour-plus, we arrived and that's when my day turned -- for the worse.  Literally.
The combination of bobbing up and down, forward and backward, and then sideways was too much for me.  My fortune (much less this week) for a Gravol.  To quote an Italian lady on a similar trip I went on from the Greek Island of Skiathos, "SHOOT ME NOW!"
But all things do wind down.  It took the return trip home for me to settle down.  Dad had a rip-roaring time talking to a Republican American couple -- she the ex of a Navy Admiral, he, a retired photographer on the SS America.  I was holding myself and waiting for my upper stomach to calm down.  But the pacemaker held fast and true.
Dad said he also wanted to go to the Zooquarium - some petting-zoo of goats and sheep (Aren't we in Cape Cod????) but I diverted his attention by pulling into a pizza shoppe.

Last night we went out with R & R for a seafood dinner on the edge of a Marina.  Quite lovely but noisy as hell.  I don't remember the last time I've been in a quiet restaurant.  Am I getting old?  Was it always like this?
I had a 1 1/2 pound lobster who gave his life for my pleasure.  It was fabulous.  The remains on the table was testament to a meal well enjoyed.  Of course, reasonably priced.  R & R are very careful.  Which is why we're going tomorrow to the Early Bird Special down the street -- all under the ruse of having to get to the theatre afterwards.  A musical in an old church, or something.

We just came back from the beach.  I went out in public in a bathing suit for the first time since 1972.  No evidence will be available for general consumption.

With all our love and kisses.
B.