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Another food post

I don’t write as many of those as I used to, do I?  ‘Toto, I guess we aren’t in Italy anymore.’  We don’t get out that much and American food is just not that special.  A few weeks ago we did meet Jim and BK in Creedmoor for Mexican food.  ( click here if you want to see their site)  El Corral.  It was, as always, excellent.  I’m sorry that I didn’t take a picture.  When we used to come back for visits we always tried our best to stop by here since the food is good.  And it still is.

Anyway, we are still trying to find our pizza of choice.

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The box on the right is a brand that we used to get at the Esselunga in Italy.  The contents are on the left of the board.  I have to dress it up for Ben by adding more ham and cheese.  The box to the left and the pizza to the right of the board is Harris-Teeter’s brand.  It would have been excellent except for the American tendency to gild the lily and take dishes one step too far!  The zesty sauce!  What is wrong with good, simple ingredients?  Good cheese.  Good tomato sauce. Simple crust.  No need for some overly garlicy/basil sauce.  None of the take out that we have tried is acceptable.  The hunt continues.

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My tomatoes are just about finished but the green beans have started to come in.  Last night there were enough to make an Asian style dish, Gingered Pork with Green Beans and Carrots.   It was very tasty.

We are still shopping at the Harris-Teeter.  Ground has not even been broken on the Wegmans yet.  Every now  and then I venture into Trader Joes.  Now that we have a car that is not an oven on wheels we might try to get up to the Lidl in Wake Forest more often.  Our friends Jim and BK like Sprouts.  We have still not been to it, although Ben is keen to go.  (Ben is keen to go many places but he is not the one who has to load and unload his wheel chair and all his paraphernalia.  Our trips have to be tied into other errands or appointments)

I did catch on that I can order deli items online and then just pick them up at the Harris-Teeter without standing in line.  And I make our grocery list online too.  If I had a whoop de doo phone I could just have it on my phone.  Still old school, I print it out.

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I also find that while shopping I need to remind myself that the Harris-Teeter is only a few blocks and that I don’t need to over buy.  I have found that we are throwing away more food (spoiled) than I would like.  No exciting food here.  And I know we are very lucky to be in this position to be able to whine about boring food….

 

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What are you reading?

Growing up I always loved summer because I could read what ever I wanted and as long as I wanted.  And many is the night that I stayed awake half the night finishing a book.  The joy of doing that, but oh how awful you feel the next morning….

I know I recently posted about the two series that I am reading this summer.  To my dismay, I discovered that my library doesn’t have all of the series.  (Yes, thank you, I know how to order up books from other branches and have them sent to my branch.  I am talking about the library as a whole)  So either I need to fill in by reading some of them online or buying some (HORRORS!)  Anyway, while waiting to figure that out I decided to expand from the two series that I was reading.  So I have added The Irish Country series by Patrick Taylor and Effie Leland Wilder’s three books about aging in a retirement community.

The Irish Country series takes place after WWII (maybe the 50s) in a small Northern Irish town and centers around the new doctor in town and his settling in.  It is 15 books. That should keep me amused for a while.  I have been to Ireland, but not Northern Ireland, and I certainly understand being an outsider and small town life after living in rural Italy for 10 years.  This is not some great work of literature but an entertainment.

I have also read Amazing Place,  What North Carolina Means to Writers  (edited by Marianne Gingher) a collection of observations by North Carolina writers about how living in North Carolina has  influenced them.  From more than one writer I agreed with the idea of how important it is to write in and preserve the language of North Carolina.  And how maddening it is to read an article written by someone who does not know the area and portrays the entire state as full of hicks and rednecks.

(Which brings me off on another branch, I have made the acquaintance of a brother and sister whom I speak with regularly.  And I have a friend who would turn up her nose about me chatting with these folks because ‘they sound country!’.  (I can tell, that growing up, her Momma instilled in her using proper English and not sounding like you are from the sticks beyond.) Anyway, I delight in being back in North Carolina and having conversations like the ones I have with these folks.  And if you put aside some of the words that they use, you can hear a lot of college level vocabulary used correctly.  Even though I don’t think either one of them went to college. Conversations like these are one of the things I enjoy most about being back in the US and especially in North Carolina.  I can over hear (and 99% of the time no one cares if you join in the conversation) great stories and comments and truly appreciate all of what is said and the little nuances of the words.  Keep in mind that after 10 years in Italy I was just getting to the place where this happened.  Anyway I have digressed)

So I have come to the conclusion that what I really like about the Miss Julia series, (by Ann B Ross, the one that is helping me find my repressed, not so gentile, Southern lady) the Deborah Knott series, (by Margaret Maron) and the three books by Effie Leland Wilder is the telling of a story and the use of dialect when appropriate.

Now off on another tangent…the telling of a story, especially for comic effect.  One year when my Momma was still alive, Ben and I were driving from Virginia to Florida to see her.  From the Vienna, Virginia library we always got several books on tape to pass the time.  The Margaret Maron, Deborah Knott series was agreeable to both of us, so that is what we were listening to.  Hawthorn, the black and white dog was in the back.  (I haven’t written much about Hawthorn, a good ole boy dog, he died 11 months before we moved to Italy and before I started my blogs.)  He was a very good traveler and always went with us to Florida while Siena went to the ‘spa’ in Leesburg.  He never minded wearing a seatbelt, would happily settled himself down in the backseat.  The only time we would hear from him was when we went through the Hardees or BoJangles Drive thru.  That big paw would come forward and smack down on the console between Ben and I.  Just to remind us that he was back there and ‘oh, make sure to get me a butter biscuit.’  So we are driving down the road listening to a mystery about North Carolina and the reader was at the part where one of Judge Knott’s nephews was deer hunting and came upon a deer lying in the road.  Now he already had a deer or something in the back of his truck.  So he proceeds to put this small road kill deer in the front seat with him.  And goes on down the road.  Well, the deer wakes up!  At this point, Ben and I are laughing.  I hit the pause button.  The language, the way the scene was set up, the reader’s voice.  It was all too much.  We are laughing so hard.  Tears are coming down my face.  I rewind and we listen to it again.  Laughing away.  Well, that was just too much for Hawthorn!  HUMPFH! was the sigh from Hawthorn as he got up, gave us the death stare and then resettled himself in the back seat.  Ben and I did our ‘ohhhh, we disturbed the dog’s nap’ routine which caused a raised eyebrow from him before calm returned to the car.

All this leads to, the ability of these three women to tell a good story and lead you up to the place where you at least chuckle if not have a prolonged bout of laughter.  The best comic parts of the Miss Julia books are complicated.  You have to have read the whole book and catch all the nuances and know the Miss Julia character.  The same with Margaret Maron’s books.  A lot of Effie Leland Wilder’s three books are just entertaining but probably only to someone in my age group or older except for this one short chapter in the second book, Over What Hill?.  I will just say that it involves a constipated donkey, a French horn and an Intracoastal waterway bridge.  Recently, well after midnight I read that chapter and started laughing out loud.  Ben wanted to hear it, so I composed myself as best I could and read it aloud to him.  Now I am laughing, Ben is laughing and I am wondering what our neighbors on each side must think.  But, I know what Hawthorn would do….

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Hawthorn and I in the early 2000s.

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Are we finished moving yet?

Almost!  I know!  We moved two weeks before Memorial Day and now here it is past Labor Day and I am still whining about moving.

It was not a simple move.  Yes, we managed to get all the boxes in one place, completely filling our guest room.  And I have worked at least 4 days out of every 7, every week,  on emptying boxes.  Part of the problem is that our recycling is only picked up every other week.  So any boxes that I emptied had to be stored inside until the magic once every 14 days pick-up day.  I did figure out that I could load the boxes in the car/oven and drive them to a local park and recycle them there.  And in 90+ degree weather I did that several times.  And keep in mind, Ben is not able to help.  And Ben has to keep EVERYTHING that his daughters and grand daughter ever touched and sent to him.  And the envelopes that it was mailed in.   And lastly, ten years ago, when we packed all this up, at least 40% of it was things that moved from my parents house three years earlier that I had yet to unpack and do anything with.  So it has been difficult.

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There are boxes of glassware.  I considered selling it to the outfit called Replacements which is based about two hours away.  The problem was they would only take certain pieces of the set, not all of it.  And they were not offering that much money.  So I just boxed it all back up and paid someone to move it up to the attic.  In 30 years maybe it will be worth more.

And there are the pictures,

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I unpacked them all and piled them on the bed and then started hanging.  Went through 50 hangers.  Almost through another 20 and that doesn’t count the things hung with regular nails and these

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lightweight plastic frames that are balanced on very thin shelves.  A whole wall of them. I need to go through the boxes of photographs to figure which ones to fill these frames with.

Our friend Debby came over and helped with the hanging.

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Our friend Jim came and drilled holes so I could run wires through a cabinet.  Otherwise I have done all of it, working in short bursts, stopping to make yet another meal.  And truly no one can or should be going through my parents’ belongings but me.  It is a very difficult.  Some times I felt like I just moved things from one side of the room to the other.  Some times I just stand there frozen trying to decide what to do with things.

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What do I do with things like this?  There are three of these.  Paintings done by a German prisoner of war.  (My father taught/worked in a prisoner of war camp towards  the end of WWII.)  My father liked them.  They hung in my child hood home and their home.  These must have been important to him.  So what do I do with them?  There is just no wall space to hang them.

This has been the hardest part of the months and months of this moving adventure.

But I have forged ahead and hung pictures,

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I am still working on this wall.  We are missing pictures.  I know that our storage shed was broken in to several times.  I can’t believe that it was a box of pictures that was stolen.

The sun that comes in the windows to the left both upstairs and downstairs is very strong.  I fear it could fade any photos.  So, yes indeed….

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pictures of my relatives are hanging in my closet.  Ben’s relatives are in his ‘cubby’ under the stairs and out of the sunlight too.   And just a note, if you ever come to visit, absolutely no comments about ‘that picture is crooked!’ ‘That picture should be 1/2 inch over to the left.’ unless you are prepared to climb up on a ladder and fix it!

This week, we lucked out and found this piece at ReStore (the outlet that is connected to Habitat for Humanity).

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I told Ben I was just going to run in and have a quick scratch around.  As soon as I went in, I could hear it calling my name.  I really like the sort retro 60s Asian vibe.  I measured.  Came home, measured, measured more, mentally moved pieces.  Thought about it over night and finally figured out how to make it work so I went back to get it.  (One of the disadvantages to owning a vehicle that furniture can easily fit in to.  Just too easy to buy something and get it home.)  I am real tickled that it was still available and that it has worked out so well.  The two side parts have glass doors with a glass shelf inside giving a good bit of storage.  They are lighted too.  I covered the glass with black fabric since what I have stored in there is not so pretty.  The center part had already had the back cut out so that we could put all the TV stuff in there.  OUT OF SIGHT!  HURRAY!  And the “Watch Birds” are finally settled in.  To the left side, facing the door.

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We are still waiting on my bed and our table.  And I need to find some piece of furniture to give me a small non-kitchen work area and store tools.  But slowly, slowly we are getting there.  The boxes are all open and stored or gone.  I hope it will be a long, long long time before I see any boxes again.

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How many times…

How many ways do I need to change our address with our health insurance companies?

 

Last summer, while still in Italy, I had to research and select our supplemental health insurance plans.  One of the most frustrating experiences I have had.  It drove me to tears several times and I always had to have a glass of wine after wards.  Anyway, with the help of several patient ladies here in Raleigh, I picked two companies.  Coventry for Ben and Humana for me.  When signing up I did not want to use our condo (where we are living now) address because the property was rented at the time.  I did not know the renters and did not feel comfortable having insurance related mail sent to that address.  I could not use our address in Oxford because these plans are not offered in Oxford.  I asked our friend Cathy, who lives in Raleigh, if we could use her address.  No problem.  So we did.  Immediately mail from the insurance companies started coming to Cathy.

January arrived and so did we.  Cathy brought us a box of mail, all insurance related.  As the end of January approached and our condo address became available to us I started to change our address with everyone, insurance included.  With the insurance companies I sent pieces of paper changing our address.  I went online and changed our address.  I called customer service and changed our address.

February came, still Cathy was bringing us insurance mail.   I sent pieces of paper changing our address.  I went online and changed our address.  I called customer service and changed our address.

March came, still Cathy was bringing us insurance mail. I sent pieces of paper changing our address.  I went online and changed our address.  I called customer service and changed our address.

April came, still Cathy was bringing us insurance mail. I sent pieces of paper changing our address.  I went online and changed our address.  I called customer service and changed our address.

May came, still Cathy was bringing us insurance mail.  By now I have pretty much had it.  Coventry, Ben’s insurer is the worst.  They want to chat with him over the phone to see how he is doing.  But first, they have to confirm they have the correct person by reviewing his birthdate and address.  When they start rattling off Cathy’s address I end the conversation.  “If you can’t get our address corrected, I don’t have time to talk to you.”  I am still sending pieces of paper changing our address.

End of July, Cathy brings more insurance mail, including these.

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What are these?  Greeting cards from my health insurance company, sent to Cathy’s address.  One to welcome summer and one for 4th of July.  Guess what… I don’t want greeting cards from my health insurance company, I would really rather that you cover more of the cost of my $100 prescription.  And I certainly don’t want them sent to an address that I have spent 6 months trying to change.  Is it an evil plot to raise my blood pressure so that I need a whole new prescription?

 

 

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The Last Move

You’d think I be through chatting about moving.  I mean really, how long can this go on?  Even after we moved the suitcases that we brought with us from Italy in May there was still a storage building in Oxford, NC.  We finally got our ducks in a row and cleared that out on Tuesday, June 27.

Ten years ago when we were packing up our house in Virginia and getting ready to move to Italy, we had no idea how long we would be gone for, if we would buy a house in Italy or what.  I had a few pieces of furniture that were family pieces so I went ahead and gave those to family members.  We sold a lot.  But there were some pieces that I just thought we should keep along with lots of pictures and mementoes.  What to do, what to do?  I looked into a storage unit, kind of expensive.  How long would we need it for?  It finally occurred to me that buying a ‘garden shed’ from a big box hardware store and planting it somewhere might just be cheaper in the end.  Our friends Jim and BK graciously agreed to let us have a shed built on their property.  After 18 months the shed had paid for itself versus what we would have been paying for a storage unit.  And ten years later it certainly had paid for itself.

U-Haul has this wonderful service where you can arrange for helpers if you are moving.  So I rented a truck, arranged for helpers in Oxford and another set here in Raleigh.  Loaded Ben up in the truck and we were off.

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This is what it looked like when we started loading.  There are 4 of those tall bookcases, packed full of boxes.  The piece of furniture on the far right, full of boxes too.  Lots of boxes.

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Empty at last.

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Back in Raleigh, we had to unload all the boxes on to the lawn to get to the furniture in the truck.  Furniture had to go in first because the boxes just filled the place up.

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Our beautiful space has been invaded…..

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But look at the treasures that we have found.  So now, 5 days later, Sunday, July 2 we still have boxes downstairs and up too.  But not as many.  I think I have gotten most of the kitchen boxes unpacked.  Now it is pictures, pictures and more pictures.  And things from my parents’ house that I should have gotten rid of before we moved to Italy.  Fortunately it is ten years older now and even more ‘vintage’.  Hello Craig’s List.

 

 

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First Round of Moving

The plan was the condo would be completed on 5/15.  When booking our temporary place I allowed a few days ‘just in case’.  Good thing I did.

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This is how it looked on 5/15.

I whined.  Everyone pulled together and on Thursday, May 18 our very kind friends Debby and Pat came over from Pittsboro to help us move out of the condo.  They came again on Friday with Pat’s very cool VW truck

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It was great for moving mattresses and the large trunks out of storage.

 

Ben was even put to work

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Pat and Debby helped us move, hang the TV, put together our table and organize things.  They were a big help.  We spent our first night there on the 19th and we woke up there on the 20th for my birthday.

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Jim and BK stopped by to help me celebrate but I think I was more than a little worn out from cleaning our temporary place and trying to get us unpacked enough to be able to live comfortably.

The next week with the help of our neighbor, Denis, we emptied our storage unit in Raleigh.  The week after that we rented a van and made a pass at the storage unit in Oxford.  It was great fun to open some of those boxes which have been packed for almost 10 years.

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In the next few weeks we will be going back to the building on Oxford and finally moving everything here.  This will be a lot to absorb in this small space.  I will need to channel my inner Marie Kondo.  And I know that we are so lucky to have all these resources and friends to help us get settled again.  Even though I don’t see the immigrant situation every night on TV I still think of it and realize how fortunate we are.

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Moving along

Now that the inspections are done, work is moving along at a rapid pace.

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Kitchen cabinets being delivered

Saturday, 4/22 there was a stack of sheetrock.  Sunday, 4/23 the sheetrock was up!  So last week they finished sheetrocking and installed the kitchen cabinets.

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This week the tile was laid which includes the floors.  Today 5/5, the carpenter is installing Ben’s bathroom vanity and trim.  Painting starts next week.  That leaves lights and appliances.  It will be close but we have to be out of our temporary place by 5/20.  So no time to fool around.

What won’t be done is my bathroom, the vanity is on back order and I don’t want to pick another one.  The stove will be in place but probably not hooked up to the gas.  It might take the gas company until June to get to it.  Wayyyyy back in 2016 I was told by someone from the home owners’ group that there was no gas in the building.  And since I was in Italy and had no way to check and no reason to doubt this person I planned for an electric stove.  Then in early April I discovered that the condos on either side of me had gas, so why couldn’t I have it?   Fortunately, this was before insulation or walls went in.  So the gas line was installed which meant more inspections and caused a bit of delay.  And we had to get on the gas company’s schedule. Who knew it took five to six weeks to set a gas meter?   And we went over budget because a gas stove costs more than an electric one.

We are also still waiting on Ben’s motorized wheel chair.  (That is a whole other post)  which means we are waiting to see where a curb cut needs to be cut in the sidewalk.  And waiting to buy a vehicle to accommodate the wheel chair.  In our current ‘big ride’ the power window on the driver’s side has stopped working.  Our friend, Cathy helped me get it up and so far it has stayed.  And the air conditioner is working, thank goodness, so I am not going to worry about that right now.

All this is to say that I’ll be really busy for a few weeks so maybe no posts for a while.  But I’ll be back.  I am sure there will be lots of fun happenings during the move.

 

 

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Ingaural Deck Event

Even though we are not living there yet, the deck is ready to use.  What a better first event than our friend BK’s birthday.

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We enjoyed drinks, Cheetos (of course) and nuts.  (canned fizzy rose from Trader Joes and a nice French rose)

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And then off.  (that is the problem with new construction, no bathrooms)  To Ni’s Asian Kitchen.  Not fancy but very good food.  Ni’s Asian Kitchen .  I think my neighbors have figured out that we are a fun group and that deck is going to get a lot of use.

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Queen Mary 2 (part 3) and Moving

There are two other parts previously posted if you want to see them.  This is about our crossing and move back to the US in December, 2016

The Queen Mary 2 was refurbished in 2016.  To be honest I don’t remember much from our crossing in 2007.  I do remember this

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And it is still there.

I was very interested in these large reverse glass paintings

 

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It appears that Ben did not share my enthusiasm.

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It is a very grand ship.  Very roomy.  Not over crowded.  A very enjoyable experience.

Many friends helped us with our move.  I had this thing about our move and we needed to close ‘the circle’.  John and Richard jumped right in by allowing us to stay at their place for our last two weeks in Italy, the place where we first lived when we arrived in Tuscany.  Grace and GC helped us with the last of our packing and very graciously offered to feed us dinner our last night there, but as part of ‘closing the circle’ we needed to eat our last dinner in Tuscany where we had our first dinner, Il Cacciatore.

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We have watched Julia grow from being a shy young teenager into an outgoing, loving young woman.

All too soon our time on the Queen Mary 2 came to an end and look who was there to welcome us.

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Along with my wonderful cousin Bonnie and her ever patient husband Pete.  In September, 2007 they had driven us to the Queen Mary 2.  And now here they were to pick us up, care for us, and make our return as painless as possible.

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And so now we are back in the US.  It all seems like a dream…..

 

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On the Queen Mary 2 (Part 1)

Right up front, I’ll just apologize to my friend Jules who has been waiting to see this post.  There will not be near as many pictures as she would like.  I’ll explain why in part 2.

So we went to sleep in our Southampton Airbnb.  ( Click on link if you want to see it.  I totally recommend it.  Good for someone in a wheel chair. Good for catching the QM2   Southampton rental air bnb. )   And look what we saw early the next morning

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The amazing thing was that we knew people from Monte San Savino, (the town we just moved from in Italy) Mark and Molly, who were getting off the QM2 after sailing over from New York City.  We were not able to catch up with them and I hope they had a good visit.   We had one last, fun pub lunch with Enzo and then he took us off to the dock.

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I was pretty excited and happy that things were going smoothly  until we got just inside the door and they said “You can’t have that trolley of carry on luggage.  You have to be able to carry it.”  We, of course had a trolley full, because Ben can not be separated from his computer, his drugs, his sleep machine, his change of clothes, his snacks…..  So I did what I tried to avoid having to do, stood in the lobby and repacked.  I managed to get it down to 2 bags that Ben had to hold (His crap, his lap) and three bags that I had to schlep.  My computer, my jewelry, my change of clothes and other things, all those went off to be checked.  And we took a big risk and sent the snacks too.  Anyway, we finally got on board.

Now I planned and booked this trip one year in advance.  In every communication I was very clear that we were moving and would have a lot of luggage and that Ben was in a wheel chair.  I communicated this with the booking agents and the on board staff more than one time.  In 2007, when we boarded to sail over with our 21 suitcases we were met with total shock that we had so many suitcases.  I wanted to avoid this.  In the summer I called to chat with a booking agent again about the amount of luggage that we would have.  She listened, put me on hold and came back and said “There is a sale going on.  Since there are two of you sailing,  your husband can stay in the handicapped room and you can be booked in another room for only $300 more.  Now if you want to sleep in the same room as your husband and the luggage wants to stay in your room.  Well, we can’t do anything about that.”  I said BOOK IT!  So our luggage traveled in its own room.

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Jules, this is what a normal, window (not balcony) stateroom looks like.  The bathroom and closet are to the left of the chair.  Some of the luggage is lounging on a love seat.  It really is fairly roomy.

But of course our cabin steward was totally baffled by all this luggage in one room.  No one had told him.  But there is a message.  “You have to go back to security.  There is a problem with your luggage.”   So I have to get Ben in the room, get him organized, make sure I can leave him alone.  Try to find a plan of the ship and figure out where I need to go.  Our steward arranges for the head of security to meet me at the elevator at the lowest floor.  The head of security takes me OFF the SHIP and back to where the two pieces of our luggage that I have carefully marked SECURITY have been stopped.  Several months earlier, I wrote to ask how to handle bringing on board  my knives that I cook with, the tools that were my father’s, other prohibited items.  “Pack it, label it, turn it over to security.”  That was the instruction I received from the QM2 on board services staff.  And that the staff that we were sailing with would be informed.  Suddenly, I find myself off the ship, Ben is alone, a good 15 minutes walk from where I am with no way to get in touch with me, I am surround by  five people, four of whom are looking at me like I have made up everything that I just explained.  I consider bursting into tears.  Realize that I need to keep my composure.  And stand there while everyone debates what to do.  The offending items are pulled out and divided into two bundles, my cooking knives and my father’s tools.  It is decided that AT MY OWN EXPENSE I can have these items shipped.  Without knowing shipping costs,  I have to make a very quick decision.  The knives are worth shipping, the used, important only to me hammers, screw drivers and other things can stay behind.  Finally back on the ship, I have to immediately get Ben and roll him through the ship for the safety drill.  Explaining what I have been doing and that is when my composure goes.  So once again, in a room full of people I am standing there with tears streaming down my face.  I am so upset and so furious and so sad that I had to give up my father’s tools and that I have to pay the shipping on my knives.  And that no one seems to know anything about all the emails that I have sent explaining our situation.

The safety drill over, we make our way back to the room.  There is a bright spot.

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Because we are returning guests, there is a bottle of bubbly waiting for us.  I immediately open it  and have a glass.  I have a few minutes to unpack and then it is time to start to get Ben dressed for dinner.  (Fortunately all of our luggage is in one room or the other.  And our change of clothes made it too)  Ben dressed.  Me dressed.  We set off for the dining room.  This is when it dawns on me that even though we are inside on a flat surface, it isn’t really flat.  There is a gradual elevation and decline where each section of the ship is joined.  Someone walking would probably not notice it.  Someone pushing a 250+ pound man in a wheel chair notices it.  We were at one end of the ship.  The dining room was almost at the other end.

We arrive at the dining room, about 10 minutes late.  Goodness knows what I looked like.  I was just happy that I no longer felt like I was going to have a heart attack.  I gave our names.  The extra snooty maitre d’ took one look and said “No one told me he was in a wheelchair.”  I could have lost it, fortunately my earlier glass of wine just made me laugh about it.  Ahhhh, yes.  Our table was up 3 levels.  With a nice long ramp up to it.

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We entered on the level with the lights hanging on,  our table was at the very top level.   I just looked at Mr. Extra Snooty and said “there is no way I can push him up there.”  By this time, some of the staff, many of whom are from the Philippines had seen a fellow country man in need and were pushing Ben up the long, long ramp.  (I really thought that man might have a heart attack.)  Mr. Extra Snooty is lecturing me “that is the table that you requested Madam.”  Excuse me,  I asked for a table with 8 to 10 other people.  How am I supposed to know that it is up 3 levels and can only be accessed by this long, long ramp?  But I don’t say that.  I agree that I will come back the day and change our table.  We manage to have a fun dinner with two very enjoyable sisters.

The next day I am back to arrange to change tables.  I am assigned a new table number.  Several hours later after an hour spent dressing because it is ‘formal night’  we show up again at the dining room.  Late of course.  This time it is my clothes.  Evidently packing and moving 40 + suitcases and pushing a large man around in a wheel chair has caused me to lose weight.  My beautiful dressy pants won’t stay up and I am tripping on them.  So travel takes longer since I have to stop every 30 feet or so and pull my pants up.

Anyway, we are seated.  At a table for two.  A table that sits over the top of an engine or something and vibrates,  no SHAKES!  It is very noisy too.  I am so irritated.  I do manage to get a staff member to take a picture of us.

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Jules, this is the picture of me in my fancy outfit.

Next day I am back with Mr. Extra Snooty, explaining that I love my husband but we are together ALL THE TIME and part of the fun of being on a cruise is to meet other folks and maybe have a chance to talk with them.  Could we please sit at a table with other people?  He gives us a new table assignment.  This time a table for 10 people on the same level as a restaurant entrance.

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We are seated with Stan (from the Bronx) and his wife and a father and daughter from Maryland.  Stan is one of those people who you ask a question and it just opens the flood gates.  You could tell from his wife’s eye rolls that she had heard these stories sooooo many times.  He was pretty interesting.  And I said I wanted conversation.

To wrap this very long post up, we ate dinner with this group several nights, missing one when Ben was ill.  At other times during the day we had encountered the charming sisters that we had dinner with the first night.  On the last night they had decided to hell with Mr. Extra Snooty (They were the ones to give him that nick name.)  and were inviting guests to join them at ‘their’ table.  So we abandonded Stan from the Bronx and his long suffering wife to join them again.  We had a very enjoyable meal.

The head of security had been back in touch with me and agreed upon reading the email from the onboard service staff that I was mislead.  He started the wheels turning to have me reimbursed for the cost of shipping my knives.  He went above and beyond in customer service and could not have been more professional or nice.  He saved the trip.

More in another post about food, what to do on the QM2 and other pics for Jules.

 

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