This very Saturday, this coming Saturday, I will ...meet my daughter's boyfriend
meet my daughter's soon-to-be fiance (yes, same person)
see my daughter's workplace
see my daughter's living quarters
eat at the restaurant that she eats at daily
eat at the restaurant that she can never eat at (but I can)
order drinks at the bar that she hangs out in (her bf is the head bartender)
and just, in general, enjoy all that Honolulu has to offer ... aboard a big ship.
Sunday we'll head to Maui and start the process all over again.
Monday we'll disembark and try out the "Road to Hana". I've always wanted to do that.
Tuesday we'll head to the Big Island and see if it's still there. There's been a volcano erupting, I hear.
Wednesday we'll change positions on that Big Ol' Island, provided it's still there.
Thursday we'll head to Kauai and take in a Luau. The pig is already trying to escape ...
And on Saturday, back we go to Honolulu for an extra day.
It's a whirlwind and I'm very nervous. Yes, I am. And I don't know why.
Maybe it's because of Rick and his pain problems. Or his cognitive problems. Or all of his problems in general. Maybe I'm the problem. Most likely ...
Maybe it's because I was just in Honolulu in October ... and it weren't real pretty. Maybe it's because I don't like ships. Or harbors. Or flying. Or travelling. Or vacationing.
Odd. I used to live on a cruise ship. I grew up around harbors. I used to be a flight attendant. I used to be a travel agent.
Hmmmm. Maybe I just drank too much caffeine this morning.