WHAT DO YOU MEAN Obstructed Ocean View?!

Hubby has always wanted to go on an Alaskan inland passage cruise when we retired. His brother & wife also wanted to do this, so this year the guys figured out which cruise line, date of departure, airports, etc. With the help of brother’s travel agent everything got arranged…

Well… you probably already suspect  that something is wrong. Because something always goes wrong when hubby and I travel. It’s a curse.  Usually the wrongness presents itself during the trip. Not before we even pack for the damned thing!

In my opinion, the first thing wrong was the cruise by-passed Anchorage, it was the major place I wanted to see. I wanted to have lunch with my cousin who lives there. I stopped pouting when hubby promised we would take another trip (someday) to see my cuz.

The itinerary from the travel agent says our cabin is a category ‘OV’ (for ocean view), which we requested, and paid all that extra money for.

So, as soon as our trip was finalized (meaning we paid it off),  I get on the cruise ship’s website. I wanted to find out what the ship offered. I found a cool “find your cabin” feature. I type in the cabin number, and up pop’s a deck layout and you get information about your cabin by clicking on it.

Oh. Hell. No.  I admit I was shocked, but not that much. This is the kind of crap we deal with when we travel. It’s so annoying that I’m starting to stay home and give up on the whole vacation idea.  Anyway, click on the photo below before reading the next paragraph. That way you will know what I was seeing at the time.

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Our cabin has a window sure enough, but it is obstructed. Not just a little obstruction, like a pipe or a beam crossing in front of it. No. We are talking about Full Obstruction. The warning is in red text even. The cabin’s category is really  ‘OW’. I imagine that “OW” stands for ‘Obscured Window’, but in my mind it means OW, I’ve been screwed!

I don’t know about you, but I tend to think of a fully obstructed window as a no-view situation. Ocean or otherwise.  I am not happy about this.

There is no way that I’m telling hubby about this ridiculous glitch. His blood pressure does not need to be higher. That, and I do not want to hear  about it.

Is that wrong? I feel I’m doing him a favor by sparing him the anxiety. Since I don’t want to rant about it with him, guess what?  I thank you for listening.

I immediately sent an email to the travel agent, asking her to re-book us into a non-obstructed ocean view. You know,  she should really check out the cabins before booking them, or at least double-check what the cruise line books.  My opinion of her professionalism has dropped a few points. Especially since I have not heard back from her yet.

Thank Goodness I found this little hidden detail, BEFORE we boarded the ship. I shudder when I think about how this surprise would go over during check-in.

If only this stupid error will be our last ‘issue’ during our trip.  Who knows – maybe we’ll get lucky and avoid hurricanes this time too.


If I Could Live Anywhere


Caribbean Beach

Topic #81 – finish an old draft. OK, I will finish Topic #69: “If you could work from anywhere, where would you live?”

That’s easy! Grenada.

That island has the best beaches and tropical weather in the South Caribbean. My house would be on a secluded beach, I don’t remember it’s name, but it was far away from tourists and as perfect as a post card. Of course my little beach house is equipped with 5G wireless Internet service so I can telecommute, post blogs and do serious research for my novel(s).

Sigh…  It could happen if I hit the Mega Million Jackpot. I would buy my little beach house and furnish it all tropical-but-girly. I would sunbathe in the early morning while I drank my coffee and read the newspaper. After breakfast I would write in my comfy office with the ocean view.

If I don’t hit the Jackpot, I will have to save up for a vacation in Grenada and spend the rest of my life in the mountains with the man of my dreams.

I can live with that.

Watching Dogs Poop

Let me explain.

My mother lives in a very nice neighborhood. From mom’s porch you can see the ocean (between the condos across the street).  If there isn’t any fog.  Sunrise and Sunsets are awesome along the Pacific Ocean’s horizon! I love to admire this view while I sip my coffee and smoke a cigarette. It has become my morning thing.


Almost every resident here has a dog (or two).  Because this neighborhood has ornate landscaping and no fences, these dogs take their people for a walk on a regular basis. I enjoy watching the diverse breeds of dogs that pass in and out of my view. There are several “regulars”, who are out and about every morning. A couple of Labs, a Golden Retriever in his golden years, a Scottie, two British Springer Spaniels, and quite a few of those little yap-dogs of obscure lineage. My favorite dog, a Bernese Mountain Dog, must not live in mom’s neighborhood. I only see him every couple months. I am sure they must need to go out more than that.


The condos  across the street have a strip of grass next to the sidewalk. Mom’s side of the street is a well landscaped hill, overlooking this sidewalk.  Dogs and their people must walk on that side, which is right smack in the middle of my view. Every dog must sniff around a few times on this patch of grass. Then, of course, they poop. They have to poop there because all the other dogs have done so, and it’s a canine imperative to poop upon the poop of others.

I didn’t really think much about it until the other morning when a friend called me and asked “What are you doing?”. Being the smart-ass that I am, I told her “Oh, not much. Just watching dogs poop.” It was then I realized that was exactly what I have been doing.

Every morning.



The dog’s people are well trained. The poop is scooped off the grass as soon as their dog moves on. Everyone accompanying a dog carries a plastic bag  for waste containment. The homeowner’s association rules are apparently followed around here.

I wonder if these people are always so conscientious. Do you think it has something to do with a woman watching from above, with a coffee and cigarette?