|My husband Lee was just as crazy as I was!|
I rarely blog about my non-writing life. Usually it doesn’t seem very exciting. But I make an exception for this entry. Because, as the pictures prove, there I am running across the snow to jump in the Atlantic Ocean!
First, a little background. My mom Virginia Carson Kelley will be turning 90 in a month. Since her descendants live all over the country, we decided to gather on New Year’s weekend. We rented a house right on the shore in Stonington, Connecticut. We picked the house for its lovely views of the ocean. As we hoped, there were beautiful sunrises and sunsets. Watching the snowstorm from inside was wonderful. I felt as if I were sailing on a ship – only a lot warmer. But one of the main considerations in selecting this house would be that we could easily swim.
Why oh why oh why would anyone want to leave a warm house, dressed in only a swimming suit, and voluntarily jump in water so cold that chunks of ice are floating on its surface?
I had to. My brother did it first.
In truth, the worst part was while I was still inside the house, looking out at the snow. As I ran across the snow, toward the water, I felt exhilarated. One thing about the cold, it doesn’t allow hesitation. As soon as I got near the water, I jumped in.
And out. I believe that I was so quick that the fibers of my swimming suit barely got wet.
But I did it. And I’m very glad I did.