The cruise isn't over till all the photos are posted

In Antigua I swam with stingrays. This one wanted a hug. It felt like cuddling fifteen pounds of wet leather, in a rather pleasant and exotic sort of way. I love nice, hand-tamed stingrays.

Today, in Portland Oregon, it's fourty degrees and raining. The geese are veeing overhead to go graze in the grass at the local parks and school yards. Sometimes the grass is gray with grazing geese. (I really want that to fit into a poem somhow, but it hasn't jelled yet.) DH is sleeping. All the fur faces are sleeping. The neighborhood is sleeping. It's just me and the geese. Maybe I should put on my down jacket and go out for a waddle in the rain. After the dinner we had last night, it couldn't hurt. It was the ginerbread pudding cake that did me in. Two huge helpings with whipped topping. Yum! Holidays are feast time. Let's all be merry!