Slackers has been having some issues lately. Posting here has been a little strange as of late. I've been posting over at LiveJournal and tried to back-post some of the items here, with mixed results. Oh well. I don't have the energy right now to care more to clean it up. So sorry for the duplicates and the missing images and whatnot. You'll have to deal.
I had a great time diving in Monterey this past weekend. The second dive on Sat was the best. We dove at Lover's Point in Pacific Grove. The water was still and very clear (for Monterey). I did better with my buoyancy, but I'm far from having it controlled. We saw a harbor seal underwater, a huge anemone, and tons of fish of all sizes. We got to swim over and around huge boulders as well as through the kelp. We didn't get that deep - only 24 feet or so - but it was still fun.
Sunday the surf was much harder and the visibility wasn't very good. We had a hard time getting out and then a harder time dropping down. E didn't feel very well, so we decided to go back in. The surge was strong and we had a hard time making headway. We finally got to the beach and E was able to crawl out, but I got stuck. I just couldn't lift my shoulders to crawl. The weight of the tank and weight belt was too much. I just lied there, face down in the sand, sucking on my regulator for dear life. I didn't panic in the sense that I was afraid I couldn't breathe. I panicked because I didn't know how I was going to be able to get up. E ended up taking off my gear for me and then I was able to get up. After that we decided to call it a day. Even though it wasn't a good dive, I'm still glad we went and that I had that experience. I need to get stronger. I need to be more self-reliant.
I'm still very tired. And the brain is rather foggy. It's so hard to focus on anything. I just want to curl up, my down comforter all around me, and sleep and sleep and sleep and then sleep some more. Smudge is driving me crazy - he insists on dancing on my pillow in the wee hours of the morning. He's so fuckin' cute, but he keeps waking me up. I know I should lock him out of the bedroom, but then I know he and Freesia will cry at the door and scratch at it until they are let in. Which wouldn't be any better.
I had a lovely time in the city last night. I met a bunch of folks at an Irish pub and then we went out to a French resturant. It was Peter, Peter, Jesse, Rebecca, Molly, and Janice. This was the first time that I really had a chance to talk with Molly. She is SO UNBELIEVABLY COOL! I pretty much spent the whole dinner talking with Molly and Janice. All I can say is "WOW." Thank you ladies for a wonderful evening. I had a great time. I really hope that we can see more of each other.
I'm still feeling the need to get myself focused. The house is a mess. There's cat hair and litter everywhere. I have piles all over the place. I think my bed itself is the only place that there isn't a pile. And maybe the bathtub. Though that needs a good scrubbing. This weekend there are Halloween parties on both Sat and Sun. But that leaves me the daylight hours to get stuff cleaned up. I just hope I can take it until then. It really is driving me nuts.
