30 July 2012

Brief Encounters With the Bay


I went to the beach last week.

I have a routine when I go:
  1. I typically go to the same spot
  2. preferably near the water
  3. but not too close to the water
  4. and away from people
  5. especially if the people are kids
  6. after I get situated, I jump into the water
  7. ... not really jump so much as fly through the scorching hot sand, and then wade into the water
  8. nonetheless, I get in the water, go under, re-emerge, retreat back to my claimed territory, and then read while I dry off.







Sounds simple right? Well, last week everything was going swimmingly until it was time for me to go under water.

  • The sun was shinning, the water was flat, as I plunged into the bay.
  • Per usual, I had my sun glasses on.
  • Spoiler alert: that didn't last.
  • In my mind, I am also a lot more graceful than I am in real life.
  • So I went to go underwater; and then I felt my glasses slipping off of my face.
  • My natural reaction was to open my mouth.
  • My mouth immediately filled with salt water
  • ... and ruined the gum I was chewing on.
  • ... which caused me to yell/ grimace/ choke all at the same time
  • AND all the while I was trying to retrieve my glasses that I felt ricocheting off of me as they drifted away.
  • Luckily I was able to catch my breath, fix my hair, and retrieve my glasses after a brief yet frantic search.
  • ... I am still on the hunt for my dignity and grace.



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