The bad thing about the recent cruise ship disaster is that it’s a reminder that almost every time I plan a vacation and either a.) take Jerry with me, and/or 2.) spend money doing it, that disaster is exactly what I end up with. Taking Jerry with me simply means I will spend three or four times more than I’d budgeted for as well as I will be treated to a “vacation” of catering to him. Oh, how I remember the 20 mile excursion through rural West Virginia to find a KFC, only to return to the hotel and discover they neglected to put eating utensils in with the dinners, and the lovely evenings spent in the smoking cubicle of the Niagara Falls Hooters because they were the only restaurant within walking distance that served American beer. Believe me, Canadian cuisine leaves a lot to be desired anyway, (the food tasted greasy and bland with a faint hint of Clorox everywhere we went in the Niagara Falls area) and Hooters’ wings are way overrated even if you get them in the States.
I will have to do some research if and when I ever get the opportunity to go on a cougar cruise. The idea of being on a cruise ship (statistically, boating on an ocean liner is safer than driving, so why not?) still appeals to me even if I am the type of person who has to wear Factor 50 to walk out the door in the daylight. Nobody said I had to use the outdoor pool. However, I will make sure of a few things. First of all I am not really one of those people who wants an iron clad schedule. I understand that the ship stops at certain ports and you have a definite timeframe should you wish to go ashore. That’s fine, a loose framework. But to follow a group around in a micromanaged sort of fashion does not appeal to me at all. Give me two hours to go investigate something and let me wander around and come back.
The last time I took any time off for any type of what could loosely be called vacation activity was last June when I took Mom and Dad to NC. In a curious turn of events, it seems when you do the math, it can easily be discerned that my soon-to-be born granddaughter was conceived right about that time. That’s what I get for having Steve-o come to watch the dogs and leaving them free food and movies, but they are adults. Sometimes things happen when young adults get bored, even if you do leave out the good movies like Super Troopers, The Jerk, Beavis and Butthead Do America, Clerks I and II, Porky’s, and the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy. I know it’s been a long time but even I can (distantly) remember young lust. There was a time in my life (when the air was dirty but sex was clean- if and when I could find a compliant partner-) that any excuse was a good excuse to get busy.
I still need a real vacation, as in 1.) getting away geographically, including turning off the farking phone, 2.) getting away from being a babysitter, which means Jerry will have to fight the dogs for food for a few days, and 3.) going somewhere interesting to do interesting things.
The problem with this is that in order to do any of the above for any length of time, one needs cash. With Mr. 54-going-on-two going on his regular throw money away pity parties at the hell-hole every time he gets the least bit irritated at work I don’t see this happening. It’s pretty sorry when you can’t trust a grown man to stay out of a rip-off gambling joint. I would leave him at home alone for a few days if I could take most of his cash, all his plastic and his debit card so he wouldn’t be able to go to the hell-hole. I figure he could eat on $10 per day, but he would have to do without beer and smokes. Pity that….
I guess that’s enough of me channeling my inner bitch, although it gets aggravating. I know winter in Central Ohio is depressing especially when you can go from torrential rain to frozen tundra in 24 hours or less. One thing about January weather is that odds are, it’s going to suck.