Hello my friends! I hope everyone is doing well. It's been quite sometime since I have blogged , but let me tell you about a cruise I took last October. Anyone who's been on a cruise knows that there's much walking to be done, and the only successful way for me to get from point A to point B was using my mobility scooter. However, I did take a portable walker, for short distance walking.
On our first night on the ship we had reservations for a mystery dinner theater. Who doesn't love a night of murder and lasagna? As we were leaving to go to the show I decided to use my walker since it was a reasonably short distance from our cabin to the theater. Wow big mistake!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So off to the dinner theater we went, moving in my normal slow turtle fashion, making it to the theater just in time to guzzle a flute of complimentary champagne. ( Moving at a turtles pace makes me thirsty!)
It was explained at the start that we would begin the show at the theater, and then we would move to a restaurant for dinner and to find out who the murderer was. Immediately my husband went to gather more information about the change of location and was told it was one floor above and an easy transition to the restaurant, so I settled in to enjoy the show.
For an hour I thoroughly enjoyed the play as the many potential plots unfolded, and before I knew it we were split into groups to move to our new location for dinner and the big finale mystery. The first part of our journey started with a short walk to the elevator. No problem I thought, I have this, and I walked steadfastly to the elevator, rode up one floor, and then my eyes saw was something like this:
In reality it really wasn't all that far, but when you have mobility issues a foot can seem like a mile. So I began my trek to the restaurant. I can do it........I can do it, I kept repeating in my frazzled brain as our group kept getting further and further away from my focused gaze. Some people in our group would turn around and give me a sad gaze as they could see I was trying to keep up, but it just wasn't going to happen. I knew I would never find out who killed Guido, or eat five layer lasagna, but there was just no way I could walk to restaurant, which actually ended up being all the way on the other end of the ship.
So , what is the moral of this amusing story? Heck if I know! If I had to take guess it would be: sometimes you can plan, plan, and plan again every step of your life, and even with all the planning sometimes things don't work out. So what do we do, we brush ourselves off and move onto another plan. I might not have made it to the restaurant to find out who the murderer was , but my husband and I had a marvelous dinner at the all you can eat buffet. Everyone in life has to roll with the punches, but sometimes we disabled have to roll a few more times.