Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be an article of clothing inside a washing machine? I can tell you, as the ocean was the washing machine yesterday, and I the clothing: not fun! Yesterday the ocean gave the boy an me, the rides of our life, with much different outcomes.
“I really don’t want to be out here dad” the boy said, as the waves crashed down around the sand bar. “I know, but I promise you’ll enjoy yourself”.” Note to self, never tell the boy that, because from then on out he was determined NOT to have a good time. As a wave crashed down, he lost his diving mask. Fortunate for him, his father retreived it scolding him saying, “You have to hold this with more than two fingers boy, or you’ll lose it again.” Handing the mask back to him, the boy gripped it tighter, until the next big wave picked us up and took him for a ride. This time the mask was gone.
Feeling sorry for himself, he waddled back to shore, hoping the mask would eventually float toward him. Unfortunately, that would not be the case. After a spell, we spotted his grandmother up at the pool, waving for him and the doll to come join her. Looking at me he said, “How am I going to explain what happened to my mask?” “Geeze boy, why not say the truth?” “Truth is boring Mom.”
By the time we met up with his sister, the lost mask tale began to take shape…”Doll, you’ll never believe what happened! We were out catching the waves when a dolphin swam near, caught my swim mask on his nose and swam off with my mask!” He said in convincing fashion. “Ohhh, boy, that’s so cool!” she said in reply. They both agreed it was time to find Grammy at the pool and off they went.
Meanwhile, I wandered back into the ocean, hoping to body surf and clear out my clogged sinuses. I caught one wave and travelled about 30 feet toward the shore line. As I stood up, trying to prepare for the next wave, my feet were pulled out from underneath me and I was slammed hard into the sandy floor of the sandbar. As I stood up, I was accutely aware of the throbbling left thigh and scraped knee. Honestly I thought my left thigh was scraped up too, but thankfully, just the knee. When I finally got my baring’s, the husband, laughing yelled, “Hey how was that mix master ride?”
Later, after exhausting our bodies out in the surf, we joined our children and Grammy at the pool. I did a running cannonball into the pool–hoping the water would be refreshing, alas, 82 degree water temp is anything but. “Can we have a tea party underwater? ” the doll asked. Sure, and underwater we went. Problem is, as an overweight female, I float instead of sink. Can’t quite explain why, I just do. When we both came up to the surface, I apologized for not being able to sustain the tea party. “Sorry doll, I forgot, I’m too bouyant”. Not missing a beat she said in return, “It’s like you have your own personal floaty”, while pointing at my belly. I guess there are worst ways you could describe it…