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Feb. 10th, 2020 10:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Add another one to the "experiences I had never thought of having" list: last night the Perfect Buoyancy workshop ended with a 50-question multiple choice exam, underwater, via laminated pages and grease pencil. I passed it, thank you very much, and I took it hovering a foot and a half off the bottom. And I apparently fall into trim immediately and stay there, which is both good and uncommon. I believe the instructor when he says I'm a better diver than I think I am. I just got so used to being less good at it than everyone else I was with in lessons and in Bonaire, that I don't think of myself as particularly good. (I am better than the other student in the workshop yesterday, though.)
The new BCD has been christened, and is wonderful. It's a 30-lb wing, and the rentals were 35, but it didn't make that much difference. I ended up needing 4 lb of weight when I got down to about half a tank of air, which led an hour later to one of those sentences that makes no sense whatsoever except in context: "Wait a minute, whose pockets am I wearing?" By which I meant weight pockets, because I had taken mine out, and when I needed them, the instructor gave me his.
Unfortunately I forgot about the whole "fall down exhausted at 10:30, wake up at 2:00 and stay awake for a couple of hours" thing that happens to me after three hours in the pool. It's going to be a longish day. But at least S is back from leave, so I don't have to babysit the temp (who was perfectly fine, just not up to speed). And maybe I can shuffle some stuff back off my list again now.
Back on the subject of diving, I read Soul of an Octopus on Saturday. I would not want to go diving with the author, based on her reactions. (Also, I think I got more training from my certification than she did.) I enjoyed the octopus-related parts of the book as opposed to the author-related parts, but I don't need to own it, so it went to the HSDM book swap shelf this morning.
I hope this week is shorter than last week. Last week went on for roughly six months.
The new BCD has been christened, and is wonderful. It's a 30-lb wing, and the rentals were 35, but it didn't make that much difference. I ended up needing 4 lb of weight when I got down to about half a tank of air, which led an hour later to one of those sentences that makes no sense whatsoever except in context: "Wait a minute, whose pockets am I wearing?" By which I meant weight pockets, because I had taken mine out, and when I needed them, the instructor gave me his.
Unfortunately I forgot about the whole "fall down exhausted at 10:30, wake up at 2:00 and stay awake for a couple of hours" thing that happens to me after three hours in the pool. It's going to be a longish day. But at least S is back from leave, so I don't have to babysit the temp (who was perfectly fine, just not up to speed). And maybe I can shuffle some stuff back off my list again now.
Back on the subject of diving, I read Soul of an Octopus on Saturday. I would not want to go diving with the author, based on her reactions. (Also, I think I got more training from my certification than she did.) I enjoyed the octopus-related parts of the book as opposed to the author-related parts, but I don't need to own it, so it went to the HSDM book swap shelf this morning.
I hope this week is shorter than last week. Last week went on for roughly six months.