Slept in.
Ate too much.
Read. Took a nap.
The Yankee spent some time in the spa. I watched a movie. I took in part of the hot glass show. (I love watching glass blowers.)
I stopped by the library. I’d picked up Judge Buck Compton‘s autobiography early in the cruise and read it quickly. Nice book, good man, told in that traditionally paced non-professional style. It was interesting, though, to see how his telling of his story was different than what you saw of him on HBO. It is incredible to think all of this happened in one lifetime. Sen. John McCain wrote the forward. Actor Neal McDonough, who portrayed Compton, wrote the epilogue. I believe it was McDonough who observed that Compton’s life, for many, would have been the modern American dream — actor, baseball player, Rose Bowl, war hero, policeman, lawyer, judge, family man … what else could there be?
I say this as I haven’t done anything more strenuous than walk around and take pictures for the last week. I’m proud of myself though: I’ve had a few days go by where I haven’t thought of work or school or … darn, that streak is broken.
Also, I’ve eaten too much today. This, too, happens on the cruise ship. I was warned.
Roy, our waiter, is quick to bring extra food. The Yankee ordered a cheesecake dessert, for example, and I said “Two. I mean I don’t want two, I mean I’d like one also.”
Roy brought three pieces. And, since it was cheesecake it had to be eaten …
Tomorrow: Athens, Greece.
