Sanna's Bag

“I never seem to have what I need when I need it. I’m going to make a belt-bag that’s bigger on the inside than on the outside, and just carry everything with me.”

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Docked in Hilo

Baabette woke up feeling somewhat "seasick."   I explained that what she was experiencing was a hangover.  She says I couldn't possibly be right about that because, well, everyone knows that sheep don't get hangovers.  I told her that sheep who drink too much get hangovers.  Moreover, everyone knows that sheep don't get seasick.  Not only have I never heard of a seasick sheep, I can scarcely even pronounce it.

We pulled in to the pier in Hilo, and got telephone connection, so I was able to pull some photos I had sent from my phone.  Baabette with her pink parasol.
Baabette frolicking with a friendly towel-hound.



















And here we see Roxie and Baabette relaxing in one of the deck chairs on the stern.  That was a languid, serenely slothful morning.

So, Kyle, Baabette and I got off the ship at the port and walked about two miles in to Hilo center.    It was overcast and humid and warm and I loved it.  Kyle was chipper as a mynah, and Baabette was complaining as only a sheep can.  ALong the way we spotted a couple of kittens playing in the brush alongside the road.

 In the center of the photo you can see the little grey baby peeking back at us.
And here's the tiny tiger.  They were so dear, but sooo timid.  They wouldn't even come out to play with Baabette.

We walked and walked and walked, and when we finally got into town, the first place I wanted to stop was a shave-ice shop.  Coconut, passion fruit and mango is my favorite, favorite shave-ice. My mouth and tongue were nearly frozen before I finished, but it was worth it!!

We stopped at Artistic Impressions fabric store.  I have to stop there every time we get to Hilo.  They have the most awesome asian prints and quilt kits and finished quilts that just inspire the heck out of me.  I know I don't need more fabric.  I really, really don't.  But you know how it goes.  At least I didn't buy more than I could carry.

We stopped at the farmer's market and bought 3 papayas for a dollar and an avocado the size of a softball for $2.  I love farmer's markets in Hawaii!

Baabette and I  posed on the way out of town.  I love these big wide-spreading trees!!

I wound up with blisters on the balls of both feet, so before we went to the ship, we caught a bus to Walmart and picked up bandaids, gel insoles, and, since it was just across the street from Hilo Hattie's, we also stopped in and bought a pearl.  It was PURPLE.  Oh, it's beautiful!  On the way out, this guy tried to sell us insurance.

Tomorrow, Maui for two days.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Baabette writes!


Woo hoo! I mean, oh baby, call me Baabs .  I’m the ewe on the loose! We went to a party on board and Roxie let me come along.  Kyle said I couldn’t come because I hadn’t been invited by name, but Roxie snuck me in because she is wooooonderful!  And she even shared her drink with me. 





And then ---- oh and then, --- oh bleeeeeat!  We got up on stage and danced!  Woohoo!  We kicked our heels up.  We threw our hooves up, we got to SHOUT ! 

That's Roxie in the purple shirt right up front, and that's meeeeeee having funfunfun!
This is Roxie and me with the cruise director who led us all in dancing.  He was very nice and thought I was wooooonderful!
And now my head feels all swimmy and the floor keeps acting silly and I’m going to lie down for a little bit.




Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Third day at sea -- Baabette writes


It’s not that Kyle and Roxie are old and stuffy, exactly, but they donb’t stay up and party the way I want to.  We had a formal dinner last night and I was so excited getting ready.  I wore a sexy pink and blue halter top wrap with a blue necklace and pink earrings.  I looked sooo pretty one of the photographers took my picture all by my self. 

The public rooms were just crammed full of people in all sorts of fancy clothes.  There was a man wearing a beautiful pleated plaid wool skirt which puzzled me no end until Kyle explained that it was a scotch kilt, and the soldiers in Scotland wear them.  He said that people in Scotland wear lots of wool, and since I’m part Shetland, then some of my ancestors come from Scotland.  I wanted to pet the kilt to see if it feels like anyone I know, but Roxie wouldn’t let me.

Then we went in to dinner.  All the people were so pleased that they could order anything they want, as much as they want, even two lobsters.  Kyle had three appetizers and a small plate of spaghetti.  Roxie had green salad, and broiled fish.  Her lunch was another green salad, and breakfast was an egg white and vegetable omelet, so she decided to treat herself to a little glass of Amoretto.  It smelled funny and burned my tongue when I tasted it.  

After dinner we watched the stage show for a little bit.  It had loud music and bright lights and lots of people in bright sparkly clothes singing and dancing.  I didn’t know what was going on, but it was all very exciting.  I wanted to sing and dance, too, but Roxie, the old stick in the mud, said that they do not encourage audience participation from sheep.  How – specie-ist!  Then we went to bed.

So when, I want to know, WHEN do I get a chance to sing and dance?  Everything is very nice and everyone is very kind, but I want to kick up my heels some time before I die.














Monday in April
.  Yesterday,  Kyle and I walked around the interior hallways to get our steps in because the wind on deck was just too cold.  But we did find some wonderful nooks and crannies with light and comfy privacy, so we are quite pleased with our expedition.  Today is warmer, and at last the clouds are clearing so life on deck is almost a pleasure (except for the wind that just about takes the hair off you.  It was 32 miles an hour yesterday.) Kyle and I did manage to get out on deck and stroll this morning, then after breakfast, we found an enclosed basket chair for two.  So we bundled up in the ship’s bathrobes and a couple of deck towels, and spent a couple of serene hours at the aft rail, watching our wake fade out behind us.  It’s hypnotic, almost transcendent.  I feel as if my psyche has been taken out, steam-cleaned, fluffed and hung out to dry in the sun.
Here’s Baabette with her flirty parasol.  I expected to see other pets on board, but none have shown up yet.  We might have to hang out near the kids’ camp and see if anyone has brought a familiar stuffie.


Gene and Linda A are on this cruise as well, and we have been enjoying their company no end.  At dinner last night, Gene told us that we were supposed to entertain him.   Foolish man.  I started telling jokes, and he and Linda were kind enough to laugh.  In fact, we all got to laughing so raucously that a fellow at another table began giving us very dour, Presbyterian glares. And for heaven’s sake, we were stone cold sober and G-rated. I’m so glad I don’t have to live in his head!  Wait till he sees me with a load on.


We returned to our room to find Baabette frolicking with a terrycloth dog.  That ewe – can’t leave her alone for a minute.  We have a formal dress-up dinner tonight, and I promised her she could come along.  At least I can keep an eye on her, even if I can’t control her.  She’s led such a sheltered life out at the herb farm.  This may be the time she has to learn about consequences.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Baabette takes off

Baabette writes

Oh boy, I am having waaay too much fun!  The getting up at 4 in the morning so we could get to the airport on time wasn’t that big a deal for me.  (We’re up early every day at the Transcendent Love Pottery and Herb Farm.)  And we slipped right through the security checks.  Why, Roxie didn’t even have to take her shoes off. 
Here’s me waiting at the airport with Kyle.

And then flying . . . oh, I’m so glad I got to fly.  If nothing else wonderful ever happens to me again in my life, I can still be glad because I got to fly!  The best part was when we, “took off,” and the ground got littler and littler and you could see further and further, and then everything went white.  Kyle told me that was because we were inside a cloud.  I’ve been inside a cloud!  And then, then, we were ABOVE the clouds and I was so excited I just bleat! 
The nice airplane people gave me crackers and water, and before I was nearly done having a good time, we started to “descend.”  Landing is almost as much fun as taking off.  The ground gets bigger and bigger and then –Thump – you’re there.
The cruise line people picked us up at the airport and took us to the Long Beach pier.  We had time to kill so we walked around and looked at things.  Here’s me with Queen Mary.  Heehee.


When we got on the ship, Roxie had one, just one cocktail with a pink umbrella.  I got to keep the umbrella.  I think I look quite fetching with it.  Roxie wants me to tell you that she got in eight thousand steps and except for the cocktail and the chocolate on her pillow, she has been very virtuous.  However, there is no weighing machine on the ship, so we are going to have to cross our fingers and hope.

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

local color

What a glorious day it is today.  Wednesday is the day my writer's group meets on the Clackamas Community College campus.  Ain't it lovely?  And oh what fun it is to watch the girls and boys appreciating one another.

I park as far away as possible from the room we meet in.  So far I have only 2045 steps in today, but most Wednesdays are like that.  And so far I have five points for breakfast (cup of fat-free yogurt, and an egg white and veggie scramble,) and six points for lunch (two tortillas with turkey) and - sigh four points for a celebratory chocolate. Our writer's group celebrates successes by sharing chocolate.  The gal who got her books onto the internet brought chocolate-covered malt balls today.
 Knitting has occurred.  I took a few odds and bobs and used them up in a baby surprise jacket.




It has a certain Ronald Macdonald charm.













But isn't it pretty with the tulips in our front yard?

Tuesday, April 08, 2014

accountability

I have, for months, been working at losing some weight.  I'm down from 204 to 185 and headed for 170.  That's on the high side but I want some reserves in case I get sick.  The walking has been  a godsend, and I am eating a whole lot better.  Kyle has been a terrific help (Thank you, Darling!)

But I'm a little worried about the cruise.  Well today, I got the inspiration to share my blog address with my Weight Watcher buddies, so they can come cruising with us.  Welcome, welcome, my new friends!

Now, I'll have to be good for everyone's sake so I can prove that happy cruising CAN be fit and trim as well.  So brace yourselves.  I am going to be reporting step counts and food points.  This should keep me away from the self-serve frozen yogurt, and the sweet fruity cocktails with the paper parasols.

 I hope it won't be too boring for everyone else.  There will be lots of photos, and Baabette will no doubt make many friends.  I'll be out of wifi range from Sunday the 13th till we arrive in Hilo on April 17.  Then, from April 24 thru the 28, we will again be at sea.  I'll try to post daily in between.

All packed.  My suitcase was three t-shirts and a beaded shawl over the weight limit.  I will get along without them somehow.  Fifty pounds of clothes for 16 days?  Oh well, I'm going with my navy and red theme, so everything goes with everything else.  Scarves and shawls for accents. Dress shoes, walking shoes, and flip-flops to wear around the ship.  My C-PAP machine counts as one carry-on, so The laptop goes in the back-pack along with cords and chargers, airplane knitting, a baggie of almonds and dried cranberries just in case, glasses, back-up glasses, notebook and pens, kleenex, drugs (Immodium, Aspirin, Benedryl, and the daily vitamins and meds ), bandaids, lipstick, jewelry, cell phone, a t-shirt and change of panties.  Counting down the days!

Sunday, April 06, 2014

Baabette writes

Hi there, folks, my name is Baabette Merino and I am a young ewe at large.  My cousins Bobby and Bucky have had many adventures with Roxie and Kyle, and I wanted to follow in their hoof prints.  My mom didn't want me to leave home, but I told her, "Look at cousin Roy.  The furthest he's been in his life is the Clackamas County Fair in Canby, and that was three years ago and it's STILL the only thing he can talk about!  I want to live life to the fullest.  I want to see things and do things.  And I'm a grown ewe now, so I'm going.

See, Roxie and Kyle won this free cruise to Hawaii and back, and they needed a traveling sheep to keep them company.  Well, I was first in line and I am totally ready!  I even have jewelry for the formal evenings.  Wait till you see how elegant I look.

You may be saying to yourself, "That young ewe doesn't look like a merino to me."  Well, grandpa Ram is the only pure-bred merino in the flock.  The rest of us are  experiments.  My mom was horned dorset, and dad was half merino and half shetland.  So I have a cheery personality, a white face, and a lovely silver-gray fleece.

Roxie said I could write posts on her computer just like Bucky did, so the folks at home can follow my adventures.  I'm looking forward to meeting many interesting people.