Gelsomina and Granola / Swimming, not Drowning
I am not one to blog about pets, but Finch’s cat acted strangely yesterday. She ate part of his granola bar, planted herself atop one of my bar books as a I tried to study from it, and cozied up to a one of his dirty rags. We couldn’t figure out why she hugged onto the rag, until Finch remembered that he used it to polish the boat. Hence, the cat spent the day high on boat polish fumes.
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I also signed myself up for a different form of torture this summer — swimming lessons. My instructor, an amiable Jack Black-type, led me out to the deep end for the first time yesterday. I spent a good 3-4 minutes clinging on to the wall, refusing to let go, for fear that I would sink. I get a good dosage of palpable fear each week. I still find the sound of the water, when I stick my ears beneath the water, as I back float, to be a complete novelty — a new mode of sensory experience.
@nna
July 11, 2004 @ 2:10 pm
yay! once u learn how to swim we can go surfing! i wanna go to one of those three day weekend surf camps in costa rica…
interesting about the cat.. reminds me of that old spider web / lsd exhibit at moma
david bang
July 12, 2004 @ 5:13 pm
I sometimes wonder what goes on in a cat’s mind, or a dog’s for that matter. It would be a trip to put oneself in those shoes.
Andrew
July 14, 2004 @ 1:18 pm
wow, i don’t think i could ever bring myself to sign up for swimming lessons again. i was only comfortable doing a deadman’s float, but what good is that if you can’t breathe?
Simon
July 15, 2004 @ 11:24 am
I still remember how my dad taught me to swim. I was 5, we were at a local pool, he put water wings on me, and then pushed me into the deep end. Then he said to me, “I want you to get to the the other end of the pool. I’ll be waiting for you there, boy.”
echan
July 16, 2004 @ 12:56 am
I must say, that I have to chuckle at the idea of little Simon with floaties.