Vote of no confidence from Vim
Yesterday… or was it the day before… Vim claimed that I was screwed and would not be able to snorkel. Man! a few tears and freak outs and my own husband writes me off as a useless case. humph!
The noodle people, I love the noodle and it is the only thing that has allowed me to snorkel. So far I haven’t really seen shit. Some raccoon fish, a box fish, yellow and black stripy fish, an eely thing, other small black fish, a fish that had an electric blue top stripe… but visibility is kinda crappy right here.
We did attempt to go to the turtle town that is like a 10 minute walk from here. Vim got in and told me that he saw a dead turtle and there was no way I was getting in there with a dead turtle and probably whales and sharks and shit. NO WAY. Plus, looming rocky underwater things that might grab me or bump into me.
The noodle makes it better because when I panic I don’t have to flail about trying to swim, I simply lift my head out of the water all casual and pretend that I am not imagining dead things and sharks and vicious sea turtles that bite your hand off.
So there Vim! I totally CAN do it!
In other news Jack HATES his rental car seat and every time we put him in there it’s a scream fest from hell. Piecing gurgling strangled shrieking with no end. Thusly, we have not strayed far from our watering hole. Which is fine with me as it is gorgeous and fun here.
The first day jack seemed to love the beach and the water so on the second day we raced him into the water and he freaked out. We have learned to let him approach the water on his own and the he has a great time splashing and shrieking (the happy kind).
It sucks to not be able to go snorkeling with Vim. We have to take turns. I am making reservations for us and my parents for next year. And I am doing it for BEFORE school lets out as the million teenagers on the phone and kids playing soccer are making me feel old and crusty.