Thursday night, Robelle House, swimming pool, Confined Water Course, second session.
While kneeling down in shallow water and in the middle of a regulator clearing review drill, my Dive Instructor (Bel C.) montioned for me to stop and to go up. On the surface, Bel said that even underwater, he can tell that my mind is pre-occupied with a lot of other things besides our diving lesson. Gee, I must be wearing my worried-slash-glazed-slash zoned out look for Bel to notice that straightaway even from behind a Mask and all my bubbles. The truth was that my mind was shifting to and fro from a hysterical Borrower I was trying to reassure that morning, to recent developments happening in the office, to hoping that this 2nd pool session with Bel would turn out much better that the first one cuz first times are almost always awkward, you agree, people?
So what I did, I dragged Ken Watanabe and the Last Samurai to mind, emptied out everything else, concentrated on Bel and his drills and yehey!! I sputtered less water, (I would still make the mistake of breathing through my nose and not clasping the regulator firmly with my mouth), broke the surface less, and thanked the stars that Bel is a very patient teacher. Hehe!
Will end this post with a Pitchet story. I took a nap this afternoon around 2pm and when I woke up, I felt something warm around my leg. I looked down to find Pitchet asleep, with his paws on top of my leg, in the same manner we humans embrace our second pillow.