Pathetic

It’s the 4th of July, the kids are out playing, Tove’s at the mall, and I’m following my new toy as it crawls across the map of the US towards me, courtesy of UPS tracking and google maps.

This fall, we’ll go for two scuba trips: in addition to our yearly week in Hawaii, Tove is treating me to a week in Belize. Because I only turn 40 once, I’m told. Little does she know that if that trip turns out successful, I’m planning on turning forty the year after too!

Anyway. In preparation of all this, my new toy is a dive computer, and it should arrive in a few days. I always just rent all my gear, and as a result on some dives I then end up following the dive master like a dog on a leash because I don’t carry my own computer. The divers who know what they are doing always like feeling like everybody keeps track of their own nitrogen levels.

But I will be leashed no more. Paraphrasing Braveheart: “They may paint my butt blue, but they’ll never take our Freedom”. Or something like that. I never actually saw the movie.

Of course, the trips are months away, and in the meantime I’ll just have to amuse myself by taking long baths with my toy. Once it arrives. I may be turning 40, but that doesn’t mean I can’t act like a little child. I may not live the dream, but I can dream the life.

Am also considering taking a Nitrox course. Just because. Because that way I’ll have more buttons I can press, and modes I can set, on my new toy. Anybody got suggestions on places that do that around Portland?