When I was eight or nine our family boarded a Delta jet and flew through the Friendly Skies to Florida. Our first vacation in the Land of Palm Trees and sandy beaches and dolphins leaping in the surf.
We landed in Miami in the middle of the night and gasped in the sultry evening heat. It was exquisite! We Michiganders had never dreamed of a land so fair and void of snow in early spring.
We traveled over to the West Coast and–
OK, readers, I may be making all this up. Or more likely, I am combining trips. Because, truly, we went on two Florida trips. One while I was in third grade, and the other in fourth. Then we quit going to Florida until I was in college. By then my parents were hooked, and eventually bought a condo down on Fort Myers Beach which is one of the loves of my life. The condo, that is. We woods-dwellers like to add spice & variety to our lives, you know.
To abbreviate this story to its bare essentials: we visited Weeki Wachee Springs, just north of Tampa, and you all know that beautiful mermaids live there, right? Not only do they live at Weeki Wachee, they also perform incredible synchronized swimming moves for adoring fans daily during prime season.
And Michigander Kathy fell head over heels in love with the exquisite mermaid-moves and vowed–yes, she vowed–that some day, too, she would become a synchronized swimmer and wow the audience with the undulating moves of her fins.
Alas. The graceful synchronized swimming career never developed water wings. The jumping eventually ceased, probably because adults don’t jump up and down in pools. (OK, I did at the condo last year–even though sixty windows look down upon the pool. Just because jumping is still fun. 🙂 )
Enough of swimming. Let’s return to writing. That is, blogging.
Reasons why I should not be writing this blog today:
1) I did not get permission to use the kids’ photos. Chris and Ki, please forgive. They were needed to illustrate these memories. Besides, you guys never tell me “no” when I ask to use them, right?
2) We are headed to Marquette in a few hours for Barry’s arthoscopic left knee surgery. I will bring Miss Ellie, the laptop computer. So here’s what happens: we’ll be zinging between boot-buying and having a glass of wine and eating out dinner and buying “Once Upon A River” (see yesterday’s post) and Kathy will keep opening her email to check and see who’s written, who’s visited… and who always wanted to be a synchronized swimmer. Because you can’t wait until you get home to find out such things. Can you?
3. This wasn’t the blog I intended to write. I want to write a blog called “My collection of skulls.” More about that another day.
Reason for writing this blog (see if you can tell which is the true answer):
1) The USA Synchronized Swimming group contacted me and asked for publicity.
2.) I’m feeling creative this morning–and a little silly.
3. We’re staying at a motel with a pool tonight.
4. Weeki Wachee has contacted yours truly to see if I’m still interested in a synchronized swimming career. One of the mermaids visited Lake Superior this summer and… I’m sure the rest will be history. *grin*
P.S. Part of me is convinced I’ve written this blog before. Any of you remember reading it in the past? Just peeked in all three of my blogs (almost 1,000 entries) and can’t find any reference to either synchronized swimming or Weeki Wachee. Perhaps a mermaid dictated this in a dream?