Yesterday, we had our second swim for July at Hataitai Beach, and this time we got much (much) further than the previous day. We are hoping for four swims this month. I hope we can manage it. But once we make up our minds to do something, both J and myself get ultra-upset if we can't reach our goal. So, excluding extreme storms, illnesses, holidays, locust infestations, and alien attacks, we intend to let nothing stand in our way with this month's 4-swim-minimum. Oops, at this late date in the month have we committed ourselves...?
Most of the steps and surroundings that broke away from the deck during The Big Storm have been cleared away by Wellington City Council, but there were still, maybe, half a dozen bits of woods floating in the water around the shoreline. Some of these scraps of wood had vicious-looking nails attached. Yesterday, I forgot my swimming booties (aside: I only wear them in the winter) and I was so scared trekking out into the sea from the shore. Without my glasses, I'm as blind as a bat. Who knew what nailed atrocity I might step on.
Here's a pic that J's fearless pet photographer took of us in the water. As you can see, we have the moves down perfectly. Esther Williams, eat your heart out!
There was a sort of rolling earthquake (tremor) this morning in Wellington. I was talking to my friend, A.J., on the phone. She fearlessly kept on talking as I hared into the dining room and cowered under the table.