Vignettes

I wonder why dogs dont smell like poop after they take a dump.  I mean, they don’t wipe their asses or wash up afterwards.  Why don’t they stink? If a person didn’t do either, then by jove, you’d know that person had taken a dump.  Is it anatomy?  do butt cheeks play an integral part in this equation? I was pondering upon this question a few weeks back because of a little lesson in perspective:  One dark evening, I had just come from the bathroom (i washed, of course) then went out in the yard to play with the cats.  Subsequently, I got into my car to go visit Feliz.  While driving, I noticed that the car had a distinct aroma.  Man, I really hoped and prayed that I had accidentally stepped in cat shit, because the alternative would’ve been worse.  Can you imagine my relief when I DID see cat shit on my shoes after getting down from the car.  See?  There’s my lesson in perspective:  How often are you gonna hear someone say that they were happy to step in cat shit…
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I can’t believe I just sat through another viewing of Kevin Costner’s The Guardian … for the singular reason of looking at their fins.  Through the magic of slow-motion and zoom, I can say with 95% certainty that they were using jet-fins.  After going through two other sets of fins, I’ve finally settled on jets.  Granted, I still have to see the big difference between them and my old Planas - those fins were great for frog-kicking and for overall control underwater.  My open water testing for my Jets have yet to come up with definitive results - after all, when I went soloing two weeks ago in Anilao, there was hardly any current.  Maybe someday, at a different site, a different day. 
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Speaking of those fin tests:  officially did three solo dives two weeks ago.  Max depth was 22.5 meters, longest dive duration of around 40 minutes.  Granted, I was able to manage a previous "solo" dive last Dec 30 at Mayumi, but just meeting my minimal requirement for a loggable dive - 20 minutes at a minimum of 20 feet in open water - and during that time there were a lot of snorkelers within easy visual range, so it really wasn’t as solo as it seemed.  But these last three dives were different:  during the first dive, I was the only one in the water.  And it was great.
I’ve attempted solo diving before in Calatagan, but staying within my comfort zone, I was unable to pass 3.5 meters, and less than ten minutes.  The poor visibility, unfamiliar dive site, plus surf conditions led me to thumb that dive.  This time, since I was diving a very familiar place with very good conditions, I felt that I was ready.  Of course I was also trying to save spending an additional amount for a DM per dive, so I was out of the pier quickly and into the water before anyone could complain.  I found myself in the classroom area of Dive and Trek and decide to just re-do old dive plans - swim to the bat cave and back, then a little tour of the sanctuary.  After getting over my initial apprehension, I started to appreciate everything around me.  I didn’t have to look out for anyone else, I didn’t have anyone else silting out a site or slamming into coral.  It was just me and the fish. It was great.

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Oh yeah.  Happy Easter.

Status quo Sunday

I love days like this.
Sunny days spent out in the garden.  Doing little household chores.  Finding fun in the little everyday things that remind me that there is SO much more than just the hospital.  Days like this reinforces in me the belief that it is important to engage in the activities that you love the most - to prioritize what matters most in life.