Ending or Beginning? Depends on who you ask.
Posted on January 3, 2008
Filed Under milestones, bat-ass crazy, bitching and moaning, holiday fun, resolutions |
Further proof that I am an incredible wimp…Here I am cowering in the beach hut, eyes shut tight against the cold, while my brave hearted friends and relations take part in the annual New Year’s dunk, an Atlantic cleansing, a group baptism.
I am clearly involved in my own version of prayer, prayer that involves some cursing and blasphemous phrases in reference to frozen fingers and toes and the burn of the most God-awful chapped lips. Next year, I am sure to be struck down - a beach ending but not the one I have often imagined, the one with the pina colada fragrance and the warm breezes, the flapping of sails and a quiet capsizing into tepid waters after too many rum drinks.
Oh good brave folks who traverse the waves and endure the heart stopping chill of the January surf, may the year bring you wealth and health and enough wisdom to stay home next year so that I am not needed as photographer and witness to your stupidity. May the dawn of ‘09 find us all snug a bed, finally having found the grace and good sense to forgo all this New Year’s nonsense.
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cce!
I heartily approve of your New Year’s resolution to include pictures of yourself on your blog. (And must now conclude that your earlier photo-aversion was Pynchonesque rather than your attempt to hide the unfortunate results of a sliding glass door accident.)
And as regards to cold? Living in a place with the climate of an indoor shopping mall, I have only become more of a weather wimp. I don a coat when it gets below 65 and if I’m out in weather below 40 degrees it can take hours for feeling to return to my hands and feet. (Upon reflection, perhaps I shouldn’t be so insistent on always wearing shorts and sandals.)
Ron - I wish I were as mysterious and resolved in excluding myself from publicity as Pynchon but it’s really just a result of the fact that I am always behind the camera. Whole years go by without anyone ever taking a photograph of me. I often say that if I should suffer an early demise, my children will have no photo support for the concept that they once had a mother. But, yes, luckily, no sliding glass door accident yet.
i’d have been right there with you in that beach hut.
and aren’t you cute!
I’m a swimmer, but there’s a time and a place. A time and a place, people!
brrrrrrr. I would be serving hot chocolate with you.
i’m with you, sister. the getting into the Atlantic seems wicked perverse at this time of year. better to be in a nice, warm bed.
Talk about shrinkage! Happy New Year!!
you might be a wimp, but you are a damn good looking one.
Oh my god I’m totally with you! It has to be at least 100 degrees outside to make ANY body of water remotely warm enough to make me want to get in it. People are crazy!
Oh, and also, you’re cute — for a wimp!
behold! cce is real!!!
nice jeans, cc.
i too would have had nothing to do with jumping into cold water.
i embrace my wimpiness.
happy new year!
So what temperature was it? Or was the thermometer frozen?