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Tiring day.
Today was the first day I've gone swimming since December 25, 2011.
Today was also the first day I've gotten sunburned since then, too.
Pretty much worth it, though. My older brother's in town this weekend, so my family went out to Rockaway Beach for about two and a half hours of oceanside relaxation. I spent most of that in the water or digging in the sand, almost none of it on the beach itself, and I'm still swaying from the waves. I learned about five minutes in it was easier to dive to the bottom and let the wave crash over me rather than trying to jump up and hope it didn't hit me in the eyes - it was a very gradual incline, and I could get a good ways out into the water before it got too deep for me to stand. It wasn't very salty, either, or my eyes are tougher, but whatever the reason I could keep them open as I swam on the bottom, pretending to be a ray or mimic octopus, brushing the sand with my hands as I went along, trying to find interesting stuff. My visual acuity was very poor, so I couldn't see anything clearly unless I brought it to the surface with me. Mostly little clams, never crabs, even though they pinched me many times.
The big crabs did, at least. The little ones just scuttled away. It's the big ones that know to pinch. Good life lesson there.
There was some digging in the sand, some building a large mound just above the water level with my older brother, and a little splashing around in the water. Mostly just swimming under the waves. Being pushed under by them. Being literally overwhelmed. I tried diving farther out with snorkels, to see the bottom, but only succeeded in hurting my eardrums, so I stuck to the shallows and kept riding the waves from there.
I was also about the only woman on the beach without shaved armpits or legs. When I realized this, I crowed to my brother, "Smash the patriarchy!"
Along those lines, last night when we played Trivial Pursuit and my team had to answer the question, "What was Anne Boleyn's real crime?" I answered, "Infertility!" which I explained as not technically being infertility, just her inability to produce a male heir - which wasn't the answer on the card, but everyone said that was, technically, the right one.
Yeah. Good weekend so far, and now, to add aloe vera lotion to the shopping list for tomorrow.
Today was also the first day I've gotten sunburned since then, too.
Pretty much worth it, though. My older brother's in town this weekend, so my family went out to Rockaway Beach for about two and a half hours of oceanside relaxation. I spent most of that in the water or digging in the sand, almost none of it on the beach itself, and I'm still swaying from the waves. I learned about five minutes in it was easier to dive to the bottom and let the wave crash over me rather than trying to jump up and hope it didn't hit me in the eyes - it was a very gradual incline, and I could get a good ways out into the water before it got too deep for me to stand. It wasn't very salty, either, or my eyes are tougher, but whatever the reason I could keep them open as I swam on the bottom, pretending to be a ray or mimic octopus, brushing the sand with my hands as I went along, trying to find interesting stuff. My visual acuity was very poor, so I couldn't see anything clearly unless I brought it to the surface with me. Mostly little clams, never crabs, even though they pinched me many times.
The big crabs did, at least. The little ones just scuttled away. It's the big ones that know to pinch. Good life lesson there.
There was some digging in the sand, some building a large mound just above the water level with my older brother, and a little splashing around in the water. Mostly just swimming under the waves. Being pushed under by them. Being literally overwhelmed. I tried diving farther out with snorkels, to see the bottom, but only succeeded in hurting my eardrums, so I stuck to the shallows and kept riding the waves from there.
I was also about the only woman on the beach without shaved armpits or legs. When I realized this, I crowed to my brother, "Smash the patriarchy!"
Along those lines, last night when we played Trivial Pursuit and my team had to answer the question, "What was Anne Boleyn's real crime?" I answered, "Infertility!" which I explained as not technically being infertility, just her inability to produce a male heir - which wasn't the answer on the card, but everyone said that was, technically, the right one.
Yeah. Good weekend so far, and now, to add aloe vera lotion to the shopping list for tomorrow.