Time Warps – Sea Day

I rose extra early today and didn’t even fight it. I just dressed and made my way up to the breakfast. I took my time as I knew the gym wouldn’t even be open yet and I would have to wait. There is nothing worse than standing outside the doors with a bunch of undercaffinated, sleep-deprived geezers who love to complain. I try to ignore their impatient ramblings by stuffing my headphones in and cranking the psytrance.

Having the pressure to use my time wisely, I find myself more motivated to workout harder. I run at full tilt not knowing when I way get my chance back on the treadmill. I have also added the recumbent bike to my repertoire.

I watched the morning breakfast show which the cruise director and his sidekick record every morning while I plugged away. They usually go through the Princess Patter (the menu of the things to do) item by item adding in the odd joke here and there. It’s a nice way to absorb the content of the schedule without having to read it.

Today they also read my little poem that I had submitted the day before for all those who may be missing Wednesday September 23, 2009…a day we will never get back. Here is how it read:

To the Day That Never Was:

You were the day I was supposed to fall down the stairs. You were the day my hair just wouldn’t work. You were the day my iPod fell in the toilet. You were the day that I lost my favorite sweater. You were the day that I missed the boat. You were the day that everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. What a wacky Wednesday that would have been! How magically wonderful to get that day out of the way.

After lunch, I checked out the art auction again but ended up leaving half way through. I wanted to attend a seminar on writing and publishing. I got a few good tips from the author speaking but nothing too inspiring. Now I am just tapping away at my keyboard down in the coffee bar which isn’t nearly as packed as it has been of late. I wonder where everyone is?

Dinner was fine in the Savoy dining room once again. I personally really enjoy this space with the deep dark wood and rich elegance accented in the décor. My energy levels are quite low in the evening so I try not to expend too much. We drifted into the art gallery to peruse the works on offer. There were a few Godard pieces as well as my favorite, Wylan. I felt very refined as I drank in the talent on display.

While I was admiring the fine art, my ear perked up to a melody being played in the distance. I couldn’t help but find myself drawn to it as I climbed the stairs up two levels to the piano bar to investigate further. I discovered an exuberant and gifted young man performing for a very crowded Crooners Piano Bar.

It was my second night enjoying Martin Kaye, music aficionado who we privilege to experience on board the Diamond Princess. This up and coming star pours his heart and soul into his act and hooks anyone who is within earshot. His antics of jumping off tables and weaving serious comedy into his routine brought up my energy levels exponentially. He even played my special request, Fields of Gold, with precision and flair. I went to bed happy that night, feeling lucky to witness inspirational creativity.

Grateful for artists.

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