Hello.

It’s me again.

I am still freaked out by babies.

The annual ritual (as it has now become) of snorting pixie stix has passed.

Frisbee starts again.

The seasons change. And I am observing that the unusual is still firmly rooted in those around me.

I just got back from a cruise (for work, so settle down).

While I was on this boat (I know – it’s a ship), I observed more than a handful of people who should not have been separated from their clothing in any way shape, or form. I don’t even wish to disgust you with tales of baritone voiced men asking the women (and sometimes men) that they were with for some more sunblock to rub on their fat bellies or hairy chests. Keep it on, I say.

Nor will I give you a mental image of all the women’s parts that I had to see peeking out of the lycra swim suits that they almost fit into. And the one’s who should put those suits on are sitting inside watching a show or shopping. Always the way.

I can’t even begin to tell you how many people I saw holding a camera and waving furiously to some poor soul trying to follow the direction. Several times there were near misses with sculpture, artwork, and the occasional passerby.

What in the wide world of sports?! (heh heh – gotta love mel brooks)

Well, I got to see Haiti. From the boat (ship).

And I actually got off in the Dominican Republic.

And St. Thomas.

It poured sheets of rain in San Juan. Nice view. From the boat (yeah – ship).

Ah. But I did get to go. I only fell asleep in the sun twice. Once with sun block on and once with it off. I am still shedding layers of burn to get to the part that isn’t damaged. I think I only have about 5 or 6 weeks to go before I get to the center of my being. Should be interesting for those around me right about then.

I did learn one extremely important thing while away on this cruise….

Low fat frozen yogurt – in the right hands – tastes exactly like ice cream.

Of course, I had to test this again and again. Each time I concluded that – yes – on this boat, frozen yogurt indeed tastes like ice cream. I am fortunate that I had to walk 100 yards to get to it. Otherwise, I could have tossed myself over and floated to a nice quiet island. But then again, it’s damn well time that I began to blog again.