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So much to say, so little time...
Aug. 1st, 2006 08:20 amI'll be brief. This weekend just gone, Erik and I went to the seaside (at Southwold to be more specific) andwe swam in the sea. Yep. Me. In the sea. Out of my depth. Didn't care. Erik didn't mention anything to me about it until afterwards in the van on the way home. "I'm proud of you," he said. "Oh yeah, why's that?" I asked. He mentioned I'd been swimming. In the sea. Out of my depth. I remembered at that moment only that I'm supposed to be petrified of such a thing. Terrified. Phobic.
I didn't care.
"Oh yeah!" I exclaimed, eyes shining. "Thank-you," I smiled, squeezing his hand.
I guess Brighton a few years ago helped. Thanks to Dominic, I made a start. But being with Erik has really helped. Being on the boat, pushing it off that sandbank on our honeymoon. Trusting him in the water and in fact being more worried that he might show off a little too much and end up getting himself into trouble. And I guess going swimming twice a week has also helped me be more confident of my swimming, though the sea is a completely different kettle of fish (pun intended) to a boring, flat pool.
Next, I have to conquer my fear of other swimming pools - I'm currently only comfortable at Parkside, and the idea of going to any other gives me the shivers. Once I've managed that, maybe I'll think about learning to dive...
Unfortunately, the weekend just gone also saw Ziggy getting into a fight with a lurcher and another dog. Luckily he escaped with just a bite gash to his tail, wounded pride and a few bruises. It could have been far worse. Also luckily, the owner of the dog is the new girlfriend of a boater, who has said they are willing to pay the vet bills. And luckily for them, Ziggy is insured, so they will only have to pay the excess. He has stitches and anti-biotics, which he is being very good at taking (so far...) He started purring again yesterday, after a day or two of hiding under the clothes rail, so hopefully he'll be back to his mad self pretty soon. :-)
We were supposed to go to Norwich on Friday night to see Erik's friend with the DVD streaming. Unfortunately things didn't work out, but fortunately he did have weekend of no wife/kids to distract him, so he's downloaded the rest of the series of Fullmetal Alchemist, and the movie. I'm no longer going to die of anticipation! Though I may die of either 'squee' or heartbreak by the end of it all...
And things with Most Annoying Colleague Ever are really getting out of control at work. Now all I can think of is wanting to leave. But what next? Where to...?
I didn't care.
"Oh yeah!" I exclaimed, eyes shining. "Thank-you," I smiled, squeezing his hand.
I guess Brighton a few years ago helped. Thanks to Dominic, I made a start. But being with Erik has really helped. Being on the boat, pushing it off that sandbank on our honeymoon. Trusting him in the water and in fact being more worried that he might show off a little too much and end up getting himself into trouble. And I guess going swimming twice a week has also helped me be more confident of my swimming, though the sea is a completely different kettle of fish (pun intended) to a boring, flat pool.
Next, I have to conquer my fear of other swimming pools - I'm currently only comfortable at Parkside, and the idea of going to any other gives me the shivers. Once I've managed that, maybe I'll think about learning to dive...
Unfortunately, the weekend just gone also saw Ziggy getting into a fight with a lurcher and another dog. Luckily he escaped with just a bite gash to his tail, wounded pride and a few bruises. It could have been far worse. Also luckily, the owner of the dog is the new girlfriend of a boater, who has said they are willing to pay the vet bills. And luckily for them, Ziggy is insured, so they will only have to pay the excess. He has stitches and anti-biotics, which he is being very good at taking (so far...) He started purring again yesterday, after a day or two of hiding under the clothes rail, so hopefully he'll be back to his mad self pretty soon. :-)
We were supposed to go to Norwich on Friday night to see Erik's friend with the DVD streaming. Unfortunately things didn't work out, but fortunately he did have weekend of no wife/kids to distract him, so he's downloaded the rest of the series of Fullmetal Alchemist, and the movie. I'm no longer going to die of anticipation! Though I may die of either 'squee' or heartbreak by the end of it all...
And things with Most Annoying Colleague Ever are really getting out of control at work. Now all I can think of is wanting to leave. But what next? Where to...?
