It’s Monday again, and I’m dishing up the lovely. Sort of.
This is the only one of my Beckoning The Lovely posts that I pre-planned. Knowing that I would have to make a splash before my 12-week project ended, I had the foresight to do it while the weather outside was still conducive to making splashes. But, of course, the making of this post resulted in a story. Two actually. One is all about how it feels to be the mom of boys who are in the process of taking flight, leaving the nest as children do. It’s a heartbreaking, heartwarming, well-worn tale, but with a few surprises that make it worth telling. And no doubt I will, some other time. Right now, I’m telling the tale of my splash. It goes like this…
On the boat with Chad and our dog, Lexi, I said, “Hey, it’s warm. We’re in bathing suits. There’s all kinds of water here. Let’s make a splash.” Lexi could not have been less interested. I was not holding food. Chad, got out the camera and showed me this cool feature that allows us to take twelve shots in super-quick succession with just one push of the button. “Okay!” I said. “You jump, and I’ll film your splash.”
“Are you sure?” Chad said. “It’s a little tricky to get the timing right. I could film your splash since I’ve done it before.”
Ignoring the logic of his suggestion, and adopting what I imagined to be an expression of total technical competence, I held onto the camera and suggested that he who makes the biggest splash should, in fact, do the jumping.
Here is my first attempt to catch Chad’s splash.
Okay, so clearly he was right. There was a trick to the timing. Through laughter, I assured him that I’d do better if he’d just please jump one more time for me. For Zebra Sounds. For all of you. (Picture me, quickly switching from my technically competent expression to my the-show-must-go-on, win-one-for-the-Gipper face.)
Here is my second attempt to catch Chad’s splash.
I have to say that I was extremely amused by the fact that I, at first, completely missed the splash, and then completely missed Chad. Through uncontrolled giggles, I assured him I could do this. It was not until he’d jumped maybe six times, that he took the camera and told me to jump.
Here is Chad’s capturing of me… making a splash.
Okay, so yes. He managed to get both me AND my splash on the first try. But, look at my form! If cannon ball splashing were an Olympic sport, I’d so be in medal contention!
So, there’s only one thing left on the list of lovely things. Make a movie. Your suggestions are welcome. Encouraged. Desperately requested. =)
And now for something completely different… After finding this site yesterday, I giggled my way through the next 10 minutes or so. The Mandle Company sells “candles on testosterone.” With scents like dirt, meat and potatoes, tail gate and swimsuit model, what red-blooded American man could resist?