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My mom is very upset about Steve Irwin. She was a big fan. She had an action figure and everything. She felt personally betrayed by the stingrays, who were so sweet to us on Sunday. Poor Irwins.

Because I'm morbid, I leafed through a copy of The Poseidon Adventure in Bahamian Books, the bookstore my mom insisted on going into while we were in Nassau on Sunday. (She and my dad are morphing into one another.) That night as we dressed for dinner in our stateroom, we switched on the tv and what was playing on TCM (Satellite)? The Poseison Adventure -- original version, with Shelley Winters and Gene Hackman. Sick! Sick to show that on a cruise! Sick! It was near the end but I watched it through. I do like that movie.

We bought bottles of flavoured rum as gifts and shoved them into my suitcase. Stupid, stupid. One of the bottles of coconut rum shattered inside and drenched everything -- my work clothes, my crosswords, a book I'm borrowing, and most tragically, my knitting. My knitting that I've been working on for months, that I've tinked and reknit three times because I can't seem to get it right. Finally, when I start to get it right, it becomes soaked with coconut rum. I am now very angry at coconut rum and no longer care for Tavie on the Beach. (Plus, she looks scary in a bathing suit.)

Happy birthday to Ade, who is missing in action (but whose shirt, which was given to me and taken by my mom, I wore today because the work clothes I'd packed smell like coconut rum) and happy birthday to Rynnie my love, who is not missing, but safe and sound in Maine. I love you.

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