Push ourselves ahead.
Aug. 31st, 2019 10:16 pmThe downside of the day was having double-checked the dates and realizing that this year's ConFabCon is too close to Rosh Hashanah to pull off the convention weekend. Which really sucks, since there were a bunch of people I was looking forward to seeing. Pulling a mad dash or cutting it short on Sunday afternoon are possibilities, but not good ones. I'd spend the weekend worrying about getting home in time. So much as I'd like to go, better this year that I don't. I haven't yet registered or so much as bought plane tickets, so that's not much of a concern on that end - I'll have to get in touch with a couple of the people I'd been hoping to hug and let them know I'm now hoping next year's less busy.
The upside of the day was reaching into the ocean and pulling out a fish.
For the long weekend and the last day of summer, my family went out to the aquarium, the beach, and the boardwalk. The aquarium was full of people and joyful fish. The boardwalk took us to the Wonder Wheel, where we swayed gently at the very top and could see both the utter darkness of open ocean and the abject brightness of the amusement park.
The ocean was grand, as it always is. After diving in and swimming about a while, enjoying the sight of so much sky, I began picking things up off the bottom - some of which I could reach by bending over, some of which I picked up with my feet, depending on the tidal depth. One shell I picked up was a fully intact large clam. Large enough that there was a tiny fish, maybe an inch or an inch and a half long, tucked up in the back of it because I'd picked it up just right to not dislodge the fish.
It being so small means I have no casual idea what it might have been. I could dig up some research, but at the moment, I'm content with simply having somehow reached into the ocean and pulling out a fish.
I also grabbed a fully intact, living whelk and stayed still long enough it came out of its shell enough to grab onto my hand like the giant, muscular snail I knew it to be, but the fish is honestly a lot more fun.
The upside of the day was reaching into the ocean and pulling out a fish.
For the long weekend and the last day of summer, my family went out to the aquarium, the beach, and the boardwalk. The aquarium was full of people and joyful fish. The boardwalk took us to the Wonder Wheel, where we swayed gently at the very top and could see both the utter darkness of open ocean and the abject brightness of the amusement park.
The ocean was grand, as it always is. After diving in and swimming about a while, enjoying the sight of so much sky, I began picking things up off the bottom - some of which I could reach by bending over, some of which I picked up with my feet, depending on the tidal depth. One shell I picked up was a fully intact large clam. Large enough that there was a tiny fish, maybe an inch or an inch and a half long, tucked up in the back of it because I'd picked it up just right to not dislodge the fish.
It being so small means I have no casual idea what it might have been. I could dig up some research, but at the moment, I'm content with simply having somehow reached into the ocean and pulling out a fish.
I also grabbed a fully intact, living whelk and stayed still long enough it came out of its shell enough to grab onto my hand like the giant, muscular snail I knew it to be, but the fish is honestly a lot more fun.
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