Four pumpkin pies are in the oven…Happy to be baking…

Here were my eight less-than-perfect pumpkin pies, made on a 104F, 40C day, for a Thanksgiving dinner celebrated in the bush on November 17, 2018. It was impossible to roll the homemade dough in the heat and humidity. Thus, I called it a “Pie day from hell.” At the bottom right is a low-carb pumpkin pie made with an almond flour crust for Louise and Danie. Today’s four pies will look much better. See the post here.

This morning, I managed to walk down the corridor to the elevator bank and make my way to the front desk to pick up a package from Amazon. Then, after I returned to our room, I proceeded to make the four pumpkin pies for Tom, which are now being baked in the oven. This felt like quite an accomplishment.

I didn’t make the crust without a food processor. Instead, I bought the best-prepared crusts from Whole Foods. Hopefully, Tom will enjoy the pies. I’ll leave two pies out and freeze the other two for Tom to enjoy when he chooses. Cooked pumpkin pies freeze well but only for about one month.

We won’t be making a typical Thanksgiving dinner this year, which we haven’t done except when we’ve had guests over the years. Although having a vast array of delicious dishes would be enjoyable, we don’t have the appropriate serving dishes and kitchen utensils to prepare such a meal. Plus, it would be too much work for me now.

As soon as Tom’s pies are done, I’ll make my keto cheese pie, which I haven’t made since we were in South Africa in April 2023. Whenever I make this pie, I think of Louise and Danie, who love it. When it’s done, I take a photo and send it to them. Recently Louise wrote to me asking if I’d make the pie for them when we arrived. Of course, I’d be thrilled to do so!

Today’s four pumpkin pies we just took out of the oven. They look much better than the eight above pies, although they will taste the same.

Pumpkin pie has a long history, especially in the US.

Pumpkin pie, a classic dessert closely associated with autumn and Thanksgiving in the United States, has a rich history that spans centuries and continents. Its story begins long before the Pilgrims set foot on American soil, rooted in the traditions of Native Americans and European settlers.

Native American Origins

The indigenous peoples of North America were cultivating pumpkins and other squash for thousands of years before European settlers arrived. They used these hardy, versatile gourds for both food and practical purposes. Pumpkins were roasted, boiled, or mashed, but the idea of transforming pumpkin into a sweet dessert wouldn’t emerge until later.

Early European Influence

When European settlers arrived in North America in the 1600s, they brought with them a taste for meat pies and custards. However, they found pumpkins a valuable substitute for ingredients they were familiar with back in Europe. Instead of making the pies we think of today, early settlers would hollow out pumpkins, fill them with milk, honey, and spices, and bake them whole in the ashes of a fire. These early “pumpkin pies” were more like a pudding baked inside the shell of a pumpkin, and the use of sugar or spices varied depending on what was available.

The Birth of Modern Pumpkin Pie

The pumpkin pie we know today, with its flaky crust and spiced filling, began to take shape during the 17th and 18th centuries as colonial cooks combined Old World techniques with New World ingredients. The first recorded recipes resembling modern pumpkin pie appeared in English cookbooks. The 1670 cookbook The Gentlewoman’s Companion contains a recipe for “Pumpion Pye,” which involved layering pumpkin with apples, spices, and sugar in a pastry crust. By the late 18th century, recipes had spread throughout New England, where pumpkin pies became a regional specialty.

Pumpkin Pie and Thanksgiving

By the early 19th century, pumpkin pie had become strongly associated with the fall harvest and Thanksgiving. Sarah Josepha Hale, often credited with helping to establish Thanksgiving as a national holiday, popularized pumpkin pie in her 1827 novel Northwood, in which she described a Thanksgiving meal that featured the now-iconic dessert.

When Abraham Lincoln declared Thanksgiving a national holiday in 1863, pumpkin pie was firmly embedded in American culture. Its presence at Thanksgiving dinner cemented its status as an American tradition and has remained a beloved part of the holiday ever since.

Modern Day Popularity

Today, pumpkin pie is as popular as ever. Canned pumpkin, first introduced in the 1920s, made it easier and quicker to prepare, contributing to its widespread consumption. While many families still make their pies from scratch, the availability of ready-made pie crusts, pumpkin pie filling, and even pre-baked pies has kept the tradition alive in an era of convenience.

Though variations exist—some prefer to tweak the spices or add a touch of maple syrup—the core ingredients of pumpkin puree, sugar, and warming spices like cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg remain constant. It symbolizes warmth, comfort, and togetherness, particularly during the colder months when families gather for the holidays.

From humble Native American beginnings to a dessert that graces millions of tables each year, pumpkin pie has become a cherished tradition that’s evolved with the times but remains a delicious celebration of fall’s bounty.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, October 3, 2014:

Was this a houseboat, island, or floating property we spotted in Kona, Hawaii, ten years ago? For more photos, please click here.

Craving a special treat…

Hawaii never ceased to amaze us with its gorgeous flowers.

This morning, I awoke thinking of pies. Usually, I don’t spend much time thinking about pies. Still, after dreaming about cooking for a large dinner party and making pies for dessert, I put together a comprehensive grocery list from Whole Foods on the Amazon website while still lying in bed, switching back and forth between my favorite two pie recipes, neither of which I’ve made in a long time.

For Tom, seasonally relevant, I’ll be making pumpkin pies. Since I don’t have a food processor to make my usual Martha Stewart pie crust dough or a rolling pin for a suitable alternative, I purchased four ready-made pie crusts and enough ingredients to make four pies. The organic pie crusts, a unique brand from Whole Foods, should be good.

I’ll most likely make four pies from the ingredients for Tom’s pie, keeping one out for him to savor and freezing the rest, already baked and carefully wrapped in foil.

Also, I’ll make my favorite dessert, a low-carb cream cheese pie with a homemade almond flour crust. I’ll only make one of these since they don’t freeze well. Lately, going through all of this medical stuff, I’ve wanted to treat myself with this pie, which I’ll savor in small pieces over the next several days.

With no opportunity to dine out without a car, no willingness to pay the premium prices in nearby restaurants, and the cost of an Uber each way, we’re trying to enjoy a few treats based on how I’m feeling and motivated to bake. When I awoke this morning, although still feeling an irregular heart rhythm, I decided I needed to become more active instead of sitting and waiting to feel better. 

I’ve pampered myself long enough, and it’s time to get in motion. Yesterday, for the first time in weeks, I could do one corridor walk, albeit slowly and tentatively. Today, I will try for two walks, and in the days to come, I will gradually increase the pace and distance. Since we’ve been here for over a month, the most corridor walks I have been able to do have been five walks in one day. We’ll see how it goes.

Carefully monitoring my heart rate is crucial while I hope to regain stamina and strength. Cooking is a suitable means of getting used to standing on my feet for a few hours here and there. Plus, it’s comforting to have special meals, and in this case, desserts, which add to our enjoyment during this confined situation.

In the past few minutes, I completed one walk, about 500 steps. It wasn’t easy since my legs didn’t want to cooperate. The problem is more with my legs, which feel like lead, than my heart beating too fast. Plus, I am unsteady and stay close to a wall in case I tetter along the way. I refuse to believe I will need to use a wheelchair for the remainder of my life.

Walking around in the hotel room is relatively easy. It’s a short distance from room to room. The living room, dining area, and kitchen are one spacious room, and the bedroom and bathroom are separate. Every hour, I make a point of getting up and moving around to avoid sitting too long. It’s easy for hours to pass without getting up, which is ultimately bad for everyone’s health.

Hopefully, I’ll feel well enough to make the pies by tomorrow. We’ll see how it goes.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, October 2, 2014:

Here we are at Liliuokalani Gardens in Hilo. Sam, our friendly taxi driver, took the photo. For more photos, please click here.

A long haul ahead of us…Happy October…

Flowers in Hawaii are breathtaking. This is an Anthurium. Wow!

We no longer bother with the complimentary breakfast in the hotel, offered each morning from 6:30 to 9:30. The mass-produced, greasy foods, fake scrambled eggs, and eggs boiled in vinegar are not to our liking. Since we’re currently having two meals a day, breakfast and dinner, it made sense to start making our breakfast, which consists of eggs and bacon for Tom and eggs topped with guacamole and Picante sauce for me.

Lately, feeling under the weather, I don’t get up until around 8:00 or 8:30, and once showered and dressed for the day, I make breakfast. Tom would happily do it, but I feel it’s crucial for me to continue preparing meals to keep me more active.

I cannot start walking the corridors again, and I have no idea when this will be possible. When we leave the hotel room, we’re still using the wheelchair. It will be quite a thrill to walk again eventually. But, for now, I accept this as my reality and strive to stay upbeat.

A few of our readers have written asking if the housekeeping issues have been resolved after my lengthy conversation with the general manager. It’s 25% better. They show up every other day but always fail to bring enough supplies we want to be refreshed for the next few days: four bath towels, two hand towels, two washcloths, two dish towels, two toilet paper, and four dishwasher soaps. It’s not that hard.

But they breeze in and out each time they come, leaving us short on half of these supplies. We have to ask them to add the correct items, let alone the proper amounts. They are supposed to make the bed every other day, but they do not. When we ask, they pretend not to understand.

Right now, more than ever, these simple requests are more important to us than in the past. After all, we’re paying premium prices for this hotel close to Cleveland Clinic. The shuttle guy is fantastic, always getting us to our appointments in plenty of time. On October 11, I have an appointment outside the clinic at a location associated with the clinic that is further away, and he will gladly take us there and to my remaining ten appointments over the next 4½ months. Whew!

Many of our readers have written over the past several days, insisting we keep them updated on what’s happening. I suppose I hesitated, fearing I was boring our readers with my constant health updates. Thank you for all of your support. Many of our readers have written about their health issues, for which we offer our love, support, and prayers for well-being.

I make a point of responding to each of these messages, acknowledging that none of us is exempt from experiencing frightening and worrisome health issues as we age and at any time in life. We’ve received many messages from readers as young as their 20s and 30s who also deal with heart issues, generally seen more frequently in the senior population.

Please don’t hesitate to write to us, even via email, about your health concerns. This enables us to return the kindness and consideration of providing support and a safe arena to share your concerns and worries. Of course, we aren’t medical professionals and cannot offer medical advice. But being able to offer an unbiased ear is something we all may need from time to time.

Tonight, we’re having Italian meatballs topped with Rao’s marinara sauce (which I spruce up with additional seasonings), fresh sliced portabella mushrooms, and mozzarella and parmesan cheese. I am having chicken meatballs, and Tom will have beef and pork meatballs. We’ll have a side salad, and Tom will have rice, which he always includes as a side dish.

That’s it for today, folks. And when we say, “Be well” at the end of each post, it’s done so from the bottom of our hearts.

Photo from ten years ago today, October 1, 2014:

Tom is thrilled to be in Hawaii. Me, too! For more photos, please click here.

Part 1…Traveling by train…

We thoroughly enjoyed one of the two dining cars on the Maharajas Express, a luxury week-long train adventure in India before COVID-19 hit. For more photos, please click here.

Few words can fully describe the exquisite experience we had in early February 2020 before the pandemic hit and our touring in India suddenly stopped. However, the week-long experience on the luxury Maharajas Express was uninterrupted by anything other than the delightful stops as we made our way from Mumbai to New Delhi. It’s a memory we’ll always treasure.

At that point, we knew that luxury train travel, although expensive, was an opportunity to expand one’s world travel experiences into a realm far removed from typical modes of transportation. If you’d like to read our stories and see our photos from the week-long adventure, visit our archives on the right of our homepage from February 2 to February 9, 2020.

Train travel offers a broad spectrum of experiences, from luxurious rides through exotic landscapes to local trains where the journey becomes an adventure. Each region has its distinct flavor regarding rail travel, influenced by history, geography, and culture. Exploring the world by train allows you to absorb the environment at a slower pace, allowing for a much deeper connection with both the places and people.

Europe: The Heart of Train Travel

Europe is the gold standard for train travel. Its extensive rail network, spanning countries and regions, makes it easy to hop between cities in just a few hours. Trains like the Eurostar zip under the English Channel, connecting London with Paris or Brussels in no time. Meanwhile, the TGV in France and ICE in Germany offer high-speed journeys with comfort and convenience, making it ideal for travelers who want to cover a lot of ground.

Then there are the iconic journeys like the Glacier Express in Switzerland. It’s less about speed and more about taking in the jaw-dropping Alpine scenery. You can watch glaciers, meadows, and mountain passes unfold outside your window while sipping coffee or enjoying lunch in a dining car. Similarly, the Venice Simplon-Orient-Express, though more of a luxurious splurge, is steeped in history, running between major European capitals with all the luxury of the 1920s.

Asia: A Journey Through Culture and Landscapes

Asia is home to some of the most diverse train travel experiences, from the iconic Shinkansen (bullet train) in Japan to the rickety, bustling local trains in India. The Shinkansen is an incredible testament to efficiency, whisking travelers from Tokyo to Kyoto or Osaka at lightning speeds. Everything is meticulously planned, and the trains are fast and impeccably clean, offering a glimpse into Japan’s culture of precision and hospitality.

India’s railways, on the other hand, are a world unto themselves. The Darjeeling Himalayan Railway, a UNESCO World Heritage site, winds through misty mountains, while the Palace on Wheels offers a regal experience that takes you through Rajasthan’s most iconic destinations. But even the ordinary trains in India carry a certain charm: crowded platforms, vendors selling chai, and passengers sharing stories, food, and space in a vibrant social mix.

China’s high-speed rail network is the largest worldwide, connecting vast distances like Beijing to Shanghai or Hong Kong with incredible speed and efficiency. For those looking to venture further afield, the Trans-Siberian Railway, which stretches from Moscow to Vladivostok (or even into Mongolia and China), is the ultimate long-haul train journey, passing through multiple time zones and some of the most remote landscapes on Earth.

Africa: Wild and Remote Rail Journeys

Train travel in Africa is an adventure, often through untamed landscapes where nature feels vast and wild. The Blue Train in South Africa offers a luxurious experience, rolling through the rugged plains between Cape Town and Pretoria, with gourmet meals and deluxe suites. There’s also the Rovos Rail, which takes you on an epic journey through Southern Africa, from the lush vineyards of South Africa’s winelands to the deserts of Namibia or the misty spray of Victoria Falls.

More local options, like the Tazara Railway, connecting Tanzania and Zambia, are much less luxurious but offer a raw and authentic experience of East African life. Trains here move slowly, and schedules are often flexible, but the view of villages, savannahs, and distant mountains makes the wait worthwhile.

Perhaps we’ll have an opportunity to experience train travel in Africa sometime in the future. We still have plenty of the world to see, and we hope that life affords us this further luxury.

Tomorrow, we’ll continue with more information about fascinating train journeys in other parts of the world. Please check back for Part 2…Traveling by train.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, September 29, 2014:

A photo of a painting at the art auction on the cruise ship. For more photos, please click here.

No definitive answers…

Artwork is abundant on many cruise ships.

“Thank goodness,” you must think…today’s post will be the last time I discuss my health until I have more definitive answers. Yesterday’s appointment with the cardiac electrophysiologist only resulted in more tests and vague answers. In any case, we will be in Cleveland a lot longer. I have an ablation (a cardiac procedure) scheduled for February 10. I’m on a waiting list for an earlier date, but it’s unlikely it will happen sooner.

Yesterday, a Zio monitor was placed over my heart, which I will have to wear for two more weeks after wearing the 48-hour monitor that I wore a few weeks ago. Now, the doctor is looking for signs of Afib, which would only appear without me being on the medication. Yes, he took me off the drug Multaq, which he clearly stated after reviewing test results offered no improvement for my near-constant PVCs. He didn’t replace it with another drug.

PVCs generally aren’t necessarily life-threatening but, over time, can cause permanent damage to the heart. At this point, my heart itself is in good shape with no evidence of damage due to my rhythm irregularities. I knew this, but the question becomes, can I live my life with the near-constant feeling that birds are flying about in my chest?

Some patients don’t even feel PVCs. But many do, and it becomes a question of yearly checkups to determine the condition of the heart after another year of rhythm irregularities and how tolerable this situation is for the patient over time. When I was on the more dangerous drug, Flecainide, I didn’t feel them since the drug kept them under control but was damaging my body in other ways and increasing the risks of a heart attack or stroke.

As of today, I am off all antiarrhythmic drugs for the first time since last October. The Multaq stays in one’s system for three to four days, so technically, I’m not entirely free of its effects yet. Walking more easily and breathing better will take about a week. Dr. Keogh explained that no drugs currently on the market can help me. The only possible solution is the February procedure.

There are a few ablations, one for PVCs and another for Afib and PVCs. Unless Afib appears on the new two-week monitor, I will only be scheduled for the PVC ablation, which is for the lower part of the heart only. So now, we watch and see. It’s scary being off of any such drug after this challenging past year. Twice in the past two months, I’ve spent three days in hospital with accompanying dangerously high blood pressure.

Based on those bouts, the doctor set up an appointment for October 11 with a nephrologist, described as follows:

“Nephrologists, also known as kidney specialists, are medical doctors who diagnose, treat, and prevent hypertension and kidney diseases. They are experts in treating high blood pressure because the kidneys play a vital role in regulating blood pressure.”

This upcoming appointment may result in more tests, so our plans remain up in the air. As for the angiogram results, one of my cardiac bypass surgery graphs has failed, and the other graphs are 50-60% blocked again. Nothing can be done for these situations. My arteries are too small for stents, and repeat bypass surgeries aren’t recommended until the blockages are 70% to 80% or more. Again, this is a situation I will have to deal with.

So now, I wait and see what transpires without any drugs for the heart rhythm issues and if, off the Multaq, I can walk and breathe easier again in the next several days.

Solutions for medical issues aren’t always clearly defined, as in my case. If I can feel better and continue with our lives of travel, walking, breathing easily, and enjoying every moment, I will be content. Let’s see how all of this rolls out.

When we know more, I will write here. Thank you for all the love and support. My being mum about this until we know more doesn’t mean something Is wrong.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, September 28, 2014:

My dinner consisted of salmon and steamed vegetables, which was fine with adding a side dish of Hollandaise sauce. Due to their sugar content, I don’t eat many carrots, so I left those behind. For more photos, please click here.

We’re back…Why didn’t we post?…

Most cruise ship passengers easily fall into a lounging mode, but we are always busy and rarely take a nap or lounge.

It’s been a rare occasion that I didn’t prepare a post unless it was a travel or tour day. When we first started posting, we only posted about three times a week, especially before officially beginning our travels on  October 31, 2012. But after the first year passed in a blur of delightful activity, we decided to write daily to stay on top of things, with many events, photos, and stories to share.

This past nine months, after my heart problems escalated in Ecuador in October 2023, we’ve been in the US since December 2023, figuring out our next move and eventually awaiting appointments at Cleveland Clinic, assuming I’d need open heart surgery. Three different cardiologists in three different countries misdiagnosed me with severe valve regurgitation requiring imminent surgery.

Once we arrived at Cleveland Clinic, after many months of waiting for appointments with one of the top valve surgeons in the world, it took no time at all to determine, after a comprehensive echocardiogram and numerous tests, that the problem with my heart wasn’t my valves. My heart’s plumbing (arteries) and electrical system (signals in the heart) have been causing the almost constant irregular heart rhythm.

It’s not a simple fix. I’ve already tried five drugs to control the situation while awaiting a more long-term plan, all of which have caused me unbearable side effects, most of which center around difficulty breathing and inability to walk.

This more recent drug, Multag, which I’ve been on for three weeks and was started while I spent three days in the hospital earlier in the month, has me “down for the count,” so they say. I can barely breathe, off and on, but especially when I move around, I can no longer make the bed, walk the corridors, and have difficulty typing when my arms are weak, and it takes everything I have to type.

This is the worst response I have had from any of the five drugs, and it worsens daily instead of diminishing as many side effects may do over time. It’s even worse than the last drug, Flecainide, which I’d be taking for many months. This drug, Multaq, causes my hands to shake and my arms to be painful and weak, making it challenging to type, cut vegetables, get dressed, let alone walk across the room.

I left a message for the doctor about these symptoms, but he left a message in My Chart to stay on this drug until my appointment tomorrow morning when we come up with an alternate plan. Without any such drug, my blood pressure spikes to a dangerous level, requiring a hospital stay, two of which I’ve had in the past two months.

Excuse me for reiterating this scenario once again. Many of our readers have written to ask for more details on how I’m doing. We greatly appreciate your concerns. However, it made more sense to write the response here rather than reply to each of your many queries individually. Thank you so much for your concern.

How is this impacting our state of mind? Based on the fact these symptoms are drug-induced, we are both very hopeful that tomorrow’s appointment will provide a comprehensive plan to enable us to continue with our lives. Our hotel here is booked until December 2, so we have plenty of time to implement a manageable strategy.

After all, we’ve only been here one month as of today, and we’d anticipated I’d be recovering from surgery for three months. Thus, if we can leave a month or more earlier than initially planned, it will be a bonus.

To sum this up, I didn’t write yesterday due to the above reasons, but I plan to continue to post, especially when I’m on a more manageable drug with fewer side effects.

Please keep in mind that many people are taking this drug without such horrible side effects and experiencing relief from heart rhythm problems. Please see the following, although I couldn’t find any current stats for usage of this drug:

“According to an FDA review, between July 2009 and October 2011, approximately 278,000 patients in the United States received prescriptions for Multaq (dronedarone) from outpatient retail pharmacies.” 

That’s it for today, folks.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, September 26, 2014:

Tom was happy as a clam on the ship, even in rough seas. For more photos, please click here.

Source of frustration since we arrived at this hotel…

A gorgeous sunset as we sailed from Vancouver to the Hawaiian Islands.

Since settling in at this Cleveland hotel, our frustration about housekeeping has been exacerbated daily. We’ve already reported the issues to a manager, but our concerns have fallen on deaf ears. We don’t want anyone fired from their job—that’s not the point.

Since the pandemic, there have been staff shortages in many businesses throughout the country, if not the world. We fully understand the need for every-other-day housekeeping in hotels with these shortages. That’s fine with us if we get enough towels, toilet paper, and miscellaneous supplies as needed, which isn’t often the case.

The housekeeper on this floor has told us to leave all our trash and dirty towels outside the door daily. We pay over $100 a night for three months and shouldn’t have to haul them outside the door daily. We’ve never heard such a thing.

This morning, I left a message for the general manager to return my call. I just heard back from him. He was shocked to hear that we were told to leave our trash and dirty towels outside the door and for the lack of service we’ve received in the almost month since we arrived at the end of August. He assured me that this is not their policy. I feel confident that he’ll follow through and things will improve.

Since COVID, many travelers have noticed a decline in the quality of hotel housekeeping services, and it’s hard to miss, especially for those who travel frequently, like us. The pandemic created a significant shift in how hotels operate. While some changes were implemented for health and safety reasons, others appear to be cost-saving measures disguised as necessities.

The immediate post-COVID landscape was about protecting guests and staff, with daily housekeeping services suspended in many hotels to minimize contact. At first, it seemed understandable. We were all adjusting to new norms, and fewer face-to-face interactions meant less risk. But as travel restrictions eased, many of us assumed that hotels would revert to their pre-pandemic standards. However, for many places, that hasn’t been the case.

Now, guests often have to request housekeeping services instead of receiving them automatically. Sometimes, this creates a lack of consistency, where rooms aren’t cleaned as thoroughly as they used to be. You might notice dust gathering in corners, bed linens not being refreshed, or bathrooms not being restocked meticulously. It’s not just about cleanliness and how this makes guests feel.

For many travelers, staying in a hotel is about comfort and care. You expect to walk into a clean, well-maintained space that feels like a retreat. When that sense of care is absent, it changes the whole experience. You feel less valued as a guest, almost like the hotel is cutting corners, affecting your emotional connection to the place. Hotels have long been a space of escape, and when that feeling is compromised, it leaves a lasting impression.

Perhaps it’s not only about cost-cutting but also a shift in what hotels prioritize post-pandemic. They may assume that guests have adjusted to these new standards, but for many of us, the inconsistency in housekeeping reflects a broader decline in service quality.

Have you noticed this, too, in your travels? Hopefully, after today’s conversation with the general manager, we’ll see an improvement in the quality of service we expect from a Marriott hotel.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, September 24, 2014:

Ten years ago, no images were posted on this date due to rough seas and poor WiFi.

What’s going on with us?…

Our first meal was in the ship’s dining room shortly after we boarded after we had missed breakfast. It was delightful to be on the ship.

When I realized we hadn’t updated our situation in a week and instead chose to post articles about travel and technology, I knew it was time for an update. In a way, I suppose I was avoiding the topic, especially since we are unsure of what the future holds.

With most testing completed by this Friday, we’ll meet with the electrophysiologist to develop a treatment plan. The new drug I am taking, Multaq, is only working at about 50% but is causing me side effects that significantly impact my quality of life. I am once again having trouble walking, experiencing breathing issues, and having a feeling of general malaise, such as weakness and feeling tired. It’s been almost three weeks since I started the drug, and by now, some of the side effects should have begun to diminish.

Instead, the side effects worsen each day as I struggle to perform even simple tasks. I’ve forced myself to walk three times a day, but before the drug, once I was off the last drug, I could walk five times a day. Now, the shortest distances are a struggle.

The test results came in from the Holter monitor and indicated I have an excess of irregular heartbeats that require further treatment. This drug, Multaq, is not solving the issue. Plan B must be established, which we’ll learn about during Friday’s doctor’s appointment.

Once we know what will transpire, we can consider the options. In any case, we look forward to being able to leave Cleveland sooner than later. But, at this point, we don’t know.

We are doing alright in this hotel room day after day, night after night. It’s certainly not our first time “stuck” in a hotel room. Since this is more like an apartment than a hotel with a separate bedroom, large bathroom, living room, dining area, and fully equipped kitchen, it’s not bad.

Since we don’t have a car, since parking is $60 per day plus the rental car expense, we don’t go anywhere. Also, with my difficulty walking, how I feel, and the need to use the wheelchair, sightseeing isn’t on our radar while in Cleveland. Once a week, we treat ourselves to Grubhub-delivered meals, enough to last for two nights’ dinner.

I prepare meals for the remainder of the week, and Tom happily helps as needed. I try to be independent and not pester him to help me with everything, but he often “beats me to the punch” and jumps in to help. This morning, he did the week’s laundry. When it was dry, we each folded our own items, and now we’re set for another week.

We are by no means feeling low. We talk and laugh and make the best of the situation, as we always do. Hopefully, soon, we’ll know more about the future, which will surely provide both of us with a much-anticipated burst of enthusiasm.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, September 23, 2014:

Vancouver is often a starting point (usually an ending point) for many cruises to Alaska. For more photos, please click here.

Shocking event in the cruise business…Frustration for travelers..

The view from our condo in Vancouver before we sailed to Hawaii.

Traveling is a tricky business. We are subject to changes, cancellations, and longer-than-expected waiting periods, often at our own expense, due to situations entirely beyond our control. The following story popped up today that clearly illustrates one of those frustrations, in this case, for a more extended period than usual.

From this site:

Passengers bought berths on a 3-year cruise. Months later, the ship is still stuck in Belfast.

By  JILL LAWLESS and PETER MORRISON

BELFAST, Northern Ireland (AP) — Lanette Canen and Johan Bodin gave up life on land to become seaborne nomads on a years-long cruise.

Months later, the couple has yet to spend a night at sea. Their ship, the Odyssey, is stuck in Belfast undergoing repair work that has postponed its scheduled May departure for a 3½-year round-the-world voyage.

Bodin said Friday that they have enjoyed their pit stop in the Northern Ireland capital, but “when we’d visited every pub and tried and every fish and chips place and listened to all the places that have Irish music, then we were ready to go elsewhere.”

“We’re ready to set sail, for sure,” added Canen.

Villa Vie Residences’ Odyssey is the latest venture in the tempest-tossed world of continuous cruising.

It allows travelers to buy a cabin and live at sea on a ship circumnavigating the globe. On its maiden voyage, it will visit 425 ports in 147 countries on seven continents. Cabins – billed as “villas” — start at $99,999, plus a monthly fee, for the vessel’s operational life, at least 15 years. Passengers can also sign up for voyage segments lasting weeks or months.

Marketing material, aimed at adventurous retirees and restless digital nomads, touts “the incredible opportunity to own a home on a floating paradise,” complete with a gym, spa, putting green, entertainment facilities, a business center, and an “experiential culinary center.”

But first, the Odyssey has to get out of the dock. It’s now at Belfast’s Harland & Wolff shipyard, where the doomed RMS Titanic was built over a century ago.

Villa Vie Residences’ marketing manager, Sebastian Stokkendal, said the company had been “humbled by the scale of what it takes to reactivate a 30-year-old vessel from a four-year layup.”

He said that the ship was almost ready to depart after work on the rudder shafts, steel work, and engine overhauls.”

Calling itself the first perpetual world cruise, Odyssey has a busy 425-port itinerary across 147 countries through 2028. Its cabins, renamed “villas” by Florida-based Villa Vie Residences, start at $99,999 and run to $899,000, with monthly fees that vary according to the cabin type and number of occupants. Non-resident passengers can also sign up for segments that last weeks or months.

As of today, the Odyssey has yet to set sail. We can only imagine the frustration of the waiting passengers who have upended their lives for this extended journey.

Photo from ten years ago today, September 22, 2014:

A lonely-looking boxer was waiting outside the restaurant for his family, where we dined on our final night in Vancouver. For more photos, please click here.