I had quite the wine collection back in Florida. Some very fine vintages that I had collected or been gifted with, others . . . well, I'm not quite sure how they ended up in my wine stash. Possibly bottles that people had brought to dinner and left . . . I do not have a wine cellar on the QEIII. She is quite a comfortable highway-sailer, handles well, has all the comforts of home, a decent sized galley with a side-by-side fridge/freezer, a convection micro-oven, an adequate head, but there was no provision for a wine cellar. (What were these designers thinking?) For those of you just dropping in, the QEIII is a land yacht, chosen for her three separate living areas, which makes it appear that I have more room than I really do. I mean, how much room can there be in a 40' motor coach? There is a media wall between the dining area and salon, and that visual break gives one a sense that there is more going on back there than there really is. I like the fact that she can s
My niece is in town visiting from England. She is one of five children, all are girls, and each and every one of them is completely different from the one before. Five children, all raised in the same home by the same two parents, yet five totally different personalities with totally different views on politics, religion, love, and life. How can five children raised under the same influence be so totally different? My sister and I are twins separated at birth by an undisclosed number of years. We would tell you but then . . . We are now asking "the girls" to lie about their age. They are now the age we say we are. She jokes that the first two are from her husband's first marriage . . . She and I are in deep denial. When did we turn the age of our parents? Whatever happened to don't trust anyone over thirty? When did we even turn thirty? She and I were raised by the same set of parents and assorted relatives, and somehow we have managed to turn out so