4/12/22

It's Tuesday.  My brain is a little fried today.  I'm not functioning at 100%, but I don't know why.  No new drugs.  No alcohol.  Wait.  Maybe that's my problem.  I may need wine.  I may have just solved my dilemma.  I'll let you know....

Have you been waiting with baited breath for my shark story?  Yeah, probably not, but here it is.  At one deserted island where we snorkeled, I was out ahead of David.  He saw a large barracuda circling him.  It was about 5' long and pretty thick.  It would not leave, so he got back into the boat.  I was near the front of the boat and he climbed up on the trampoline to find me.  He told me to come back on board because the same cuda was now circling me.  So, now he's leery of those critters.  

Our last night snorkeling around the shipwreck was worse - for him.  I started up one side and he started up the other.  I wanted to swim against the current in the beginning, so I would have an easier time on the return.  He saw I had gone the other way and turned around to follow me.  I was swimming and enjoying all the fish and the wreck itself when I came across a huge stingray laying on part of the wreckage right in front of me at shoulder level.  I spooked him and he swam down to the bottom and stayed there, right beside me.  I waved at David to come see him and he increased his speed to see what I was pointing to.  In doing so, he spooked a 5' shark and it swam out of the wreck right under him.  I had just passed him and had seen nothing.  That scared the willies out of David and he wasn't much interested in the stingray after that.  He wanted to head back to the boat, so we swam around the opposite side of the wreck and got back on board.  That was it.  He was done snorkeling.  The sun was beginning to set, so I decided not to reenter the water, either.

David said he'd rather rent a houseboat somewhere than a catamaran next time.  I think he's totally finished with sea life and is more comfortable on a lake now.  I thoroughly enjoyed our trip and would do it all again.  That's it for my stories, I reckon.  You're probably bored with them and ready for my funnies now.

This month, one of my calendars has a message about texting.  It says - texting:  a method in which you wait 3 hours for a reply to your text instead of actually calling the person.  Isn't that so true?!?


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