It is the understatement of my life to say that the last six weeks have been enormously stressful.
Even the good parts have a way of causing stress, lol. The trip on the Kearsarge. Our long weekend with Grace at her cottage comes on the heels of my return. My brother Frank wants to drywall my room while I am gone.....am I ready.....NO! These are all good things that I am looking forward to.......but packing......getting ready........it's all stressful.
When I first learned that I was going to have a chance to travel on a Navy ship....I went out and read about the ship. I sent an email out to my Navy coterie for advice........SHOWER SHOES was the nearly universal response. Actually I got tons of great feedback. One of my favorite suggestions was to get a wheelbook. I mentioned it to SB and he said he'd take care of it.
Then all this cancer chaos. I forgot all about it until the other day. Needless to say a wheelbook has been the last thing on SB's mind. I couldn't figure out where I'd get one.
Then I got an email from the Commander of the USS Constitution on another matter. He had no parties for me to crash........bummer. So I asked him where I could get a wheelbook. He emailed back quizzically "What you mean like the little green flip-top thingies that fit in every naval officer's shirt pocket?" I explained that all the cool kids were going to have them and I wanted one too.
He emailed me this morning "I've got you covered."