Imitation Is the Highest Form of Flattery (#428)

We have two more full days here in Charlie’s true home and I decided to try something new.
I took a gulp of air, closed my eyes, and ducked down under an oncoming wave. The water moved like barely quivering jelly all around me and then I jumped back up to the air, careful to turn my face east in case another wave was coming.

It was the first time I have gone under a wave—-salt water and contact lenses (mine) do not make for a good combination.

I have been venturing farther and farther away from the shore to see how fully Charlie smiles while riding high on his boogie board. And I suppose after watching Charlie turn his face so easily right into the waters of a rising wave for the nth time, I thought I might as well try it myself. My eyes stung, my head spun, and the under-wave sensation proved so infectious I had to do it again—-to do it just like Charlie.
After hitching a piggyback ride atop Jim’s shoulders into the ocean this afternoon, Charlie put his face in and swam, merry and vigorous, out to sea. (Jim laughed and followed.)
The ocean was full of round gelatinous things (“eeuuuw! jellyfish!” squealed another child), and strips of seaweed, and some tiny emerald and black fish who swam in a school just above the surface of the water.

“Lots of life in the ocean today,” said Jim.

You can say that again.

2 Responses to “Imitation Is the Highest Form of Flattery (#428)”
  1. Liz says:

    Bravo for you, getting your head under water. I have gotten a tremendous amount of vicarious satisfaction from your accounts of vacation time.

    I don’t wear contacts, but lately I always wear goggles when in the ocean.

  2. I’ve never been comfortable wearing goggles—-Charlie got the sads today at the prospect of leaving.

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