Got the suitcase (yes, that's singluar - so far, anyway) down this weekend and started getting things together. I found my slight-overkill packing list from our last cruise, and am using it for reference anyway. It's quite amazing how little you need on a cruise once you abandon the thought of dressing for dinner. Barring underwear, my stack of clothes is less than a foot high - and that's everything on my list!
I had to back myself off a good bit while putting together the first-aid kit, though. We had the remains of several first aid kits in the medicine cabinet, and I started to combine them. However, once I found myself stuffing in the latex gloves and gauze rolls and the mylar heat-retaining blanket, I came to my senses. Cruise ships have a medical staff, and if we're dealing with hypothermia or a wound big enough to require a roll of gauze, I think they're going to be involved - and they bring their own supplies. So it's whittled down to fit in a small ziploc bag (of course the ziplocs are coming with us).
I think, perhaps, that there is no experience more demoralizing for a middle-aged woman who is not still in training for the Olympics, than trying to find a flattering swimsuit. I have been duly demoralized this weekend. Almost to the point of looking for a bathing suit from the turn of the previous century - one of those ones with a high neck, leggings and a calf-length skirt. I can say with absolute authority now that the world does not need to see me in a tankini or in a string bikini or halter top - ever. After a few failed attempts to try on something that looked potentially un-frightening, I gave up and added my old workout Speedo to my stack of clothes. It's not particularly flattering, either, but it's a workout suit, and isn't supposed to be glamorous.
Then we ended up at Costco yesterday - being a weekend and all, we are required to go to Costco at least once, I think. And they had women's swimsuits for sale there at a reasonable price. No opportunity to try them on, and they came in recognizable women's clothing sizes. I found one that looked reasonable - not utterly glamorous, but not utilitarian either - and bought it. It looks okay. People will not run screaming from me if I appear in public wearing it.
But seriously, after that experience, I'm eating salads and soups for lunch and dinner for the next 2 weeks. No exceptions.