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Why men can’t float and women can – boobs

 

My husband floating in the poolAfter a short hiatus, but desperately needed rest, I have returned to my blog. Our summer has not been without fun, particularly since many of the conversations between the husband and I have centred on nudity and sex. Basically this is what happens when you are living the ‘empty nest’.  If you have read my blog on a regular basis, you would know the eldest moved out a couple of years ago, middle child is off on the other side of the world, and well the youngest did not come home this summer, since he was hired on by his university for summer employment. Thus hubby and I were left on our own to amuse ourselves.

When we decided to no longer sell our house, we had already packed up quite a bit of it, and to be honest we have yet to unpack the basement. The basement is a disaster, hubby’s man cave has boxes piled up to the ceiling in some places, and in others, well there are smaller piles of boxes. By not moving, I was able to swing a new washing machine out of the deal, plus a completely redesigned laundry room.

The other major investment was to have a salt-water pool installed for me to stay in the city. Sadly it is not an inground pool, since we would have had to have a retaining wall built at the back of the yard, adding far too many thousands of dollars to the final bill. Instead we chose a really nice above-ground, and hubby is slowly building a new back fence and deck for it. In the meantime, I have daily topless swims since there are no kids at home to yell at mom to cover up!

With all the swimming that hubby and I have been enjoying, we have also found that he still cannot float, even with the added buoyancy of salt water. This baffled me, so I took a family poll, and apparently the young man cannot float either! Middle child quickly responded stating “well mom maybe it is because we have boobs?” This of course was my husband’s argument from the start.  “Women can float because we have boobs” has now led to numerous ridiculous arguments in our family.

Can you float?

Our vacation in Jamaica

Fan tree
Before leaving for our vacation in Jamaica, I dropped my Blackberry Z10 cell phone in water; I quickly dried it but the touchscreen was not working properly. I took my phone with me to Jamaica hoping it would come back to life if I put it in rice for a day or so. After the phone was in rice for a day, I re-inserted the battery in hopes the phone would work. Now I was sitting on the 2nd floor balcony as I fiddled with the phone, but what happens? I dropped the phone, hearing it land on the cement below us! After running downstairs I looked and looked for the phone but could not find it. A security guard happened to walk by and I enlisted his help. We finally find the phone and to my surprise it is still in one piece. I put the phone away for the rest of our trip. The news of me dropping my phone of the balcony spread quickly around the resort, and everyone I bumped into, would say “oh you’re the lady that dropped her phone” and then there would be laughter. Geez.

Our flight arrived on time in Jamaica but what I didn’t realize, is Jamaica is one hour behind, so the three hour plane ride was actually four hours. We had started the day by leaving our house at 5:30 a.m. so we could be at the airport three hours before our flight.
Toronto airport

Once in Jamaica, we find our bus that will take us to the Grand Lido Resort in Negril. It is another two hours before we arrive at the resort. At the Grand Lido we are given drinks as they try to find a room suitable for me. Apparently me having a cane threw them off.
Having my first drink at the resort.

The room they give us is on the second floor and there are a lot of stairs for me to climb, plus the balcony is incredibly small for two people. We stayed in this room for one night, deciding to upgrade to another room on the ground floor. The first room they offer us is at the far end of the resort, which would have required even more walking for me, so I ask if there are any ground floor rooms on the clothing optional side and there is! The benefit of the clothing optional side was we were about twenty feet from the beach, and the beach was private so there would be no one asking if we wanted to buy this or that (and marijuana), a common occurrence on the public beach. Since this was the clothing optional side, no cameras were allowed which was a good thing, because it took us no time at all to go naked with everyone else. As DH said, there were no super models, so going nude wasn’t a big deal, and it felt quite liberating. When we were dressed to go to a restaurant, we had a hard time recognizing anyone because they were clothed.

We spend part of our second day snorkeling and taking pictures of what I would describe as swimming in an aquarium. The fish were unbelievably beautiful and scary at the same time. The lion fish and scorpion fish are poisonous.

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Later that day, we ventured outside the resort to a nearby market. The wares the Jamaicans were selling were quite lovely and everyone tries to lure you to their store. On Thursday we were out snorkeling by 8 a.m. again, and when we weren’t in the water, we were sunbathing, drinking, eating and just enjoying our vacation.

On Friday we take a cab to the Kuyuba restaurant in Negril to meet a twitter friend of mine (@Petchary). Her and her husband had taken a five hour bus ride from Kingston, Jamaica just so we could meet! Emma and her husband were just lovely to chat with over a long lunch.
Emma and I

During our vacation we phoned the kids daily, told them we were on the clothing optional side of the resort, and all three of them thought we were gross. lol The resort had a 24 hour coffee shop which I just loved. Having a latte reminded me of home and our server Arlene was fabulous.
Arlene and I in the 24 hour coffee shop
The rest of our vacation is spent snorkeling two or three times a day, and just enjoying ourselves.