Posts Tagged Bubbles

Inhabiting the Bunny Hill, with a wave to the White Rabbit

A couple of weeks ago, in the interest of taking further steps in the same direction, I invested in a pair of swim goggles so that I could open my eyes under water,   and a swimming cap to control strands of floating hair.  Then I asked the lifeguard what she taught little kiddies after they’d learned to blow bubbles.  Finally I googled YouTube for how-to videos.

Embarking on a new endeavor leads to some interesting conversations.

One day a lady in the sauna confided to me that while she’s always wanted to learn to ski she is afraid of falling. This year she intends to ski, but only on the Bunny Hill. She has told her significant “other” that she will begin and remain on the Bunny Hill. If she never skies anywhere else, it’s sufficient.  At no time is he to suggest a move to something more advanced.  I rejoiced to find a kindred spirit.

Today I shared the “slow” lane at the pool with another lady. I told her to take the lead as it was only my second week of really, truly swimming. Turns out she took her own first lessons four months ago.  She started out using flippers, then abandoned them after a few lengths.  Told me I was an inspiration to her, swimming without.  Apparently flippers assist because they keep your legs higher and allow you to concentrate on form.  I smiled and reminded her that not having taken lessons, I didn’t have to worry about such things. She laughed.  Then she asked me what my goal was and I spluttered slightly- goal?  Do I have to have a goal, other than balancing hours spent on the computer and doing just a titch more today than yesterday?

Rick Warren would undoubtedly throw up his arms in despair at my attitude.

Alice, having spent time in the Looking Glass World,  would understand.

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Blow Bubbles

I spend quite a few hours at the pool each week doing aquasize to counter-act the effects of hours at the laptop keyboard.

If you aquasize you can exercise and keep your head above water.  This is key for me because I really dislike the burning sensation of water up my nose.

But every so often I toy with the thought of real honest-to-goodness swimming.

Today on my way in I plunked down five dollars for a pair of synchro-swimming nose plugs, guaranteed to keep the water out.

Which they do, though not pleasantly.  I figured that adjusting to the pressure and forced mouth breathing would be akin to adjusting to bifocals.  If one persevered it would become second nature.

And then I said something about it to the lifeguard and she said, “Blow bubbles”

“Blow bubbles?” I repeated, slightly increduously.

“Yes, that’s the first thing we teach all the little kids.”  If air is coming out, water can’t come in.”

It works.

So I wore the noseplug on my thumb and practiced the fine art of blowing bubbles when coming up for air.

And not for the first time in my life I remembered, “Except ye become as little children.”

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