Sunday, July 27, 2008

I hung up my whistle 24 years ago

Yesterday I scored my first ocean rescue.

We nearly lost MM yesterday at the beach. Another couple of seconds and she was going under for good. But I got her.

And then she ran away.

And then I became Angry Mom.

And despite it all, we had a wonderful day at Virginia Beach. We had great food and the best server EVER at this place. Court gave us each an envelope with $10 for lunch/spending money. M scored three cute dresses, S bought a hermit crab, and MM added to her sea shell and stuffed animal collections. I got a do-rag.

Today has been a workday and I've spent most of it trying to get a critical query working.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm guessing the only water MM should find herself in should come out of a faucet...

SassyFemme said...

MM issues seem to be a recurring theme on your adventures. Glad she was okay.

Syd said...

Again? Poor little thing!

Trop said...

She could have avoided this incident entirely and saved us all a lot of anxious moments. She'd had plenty of supervision and was given very clear instructions about how strong the waves were. She was also told to stay within sight of us at all times.

yankeegirl said...

Whoa- good thing you were there to help her out! I'm glad everyone had fun even with the excitement of a water rescue :)

Trop said...

There was no drama to the rescue. I got to her at a place where I could still plant my feet, extended my hand. She grabbed on. A wave knocked us over but we got back on our feet and walked to shore, with me clutching her so tight I may have hurt her.

I almost did a #7.

greymatters said...

Whew! Thank god it's all OK.

And I guess with the do-rag, you can be as fashionable as Syd.

Trop said...

I have the fashion sense of a gnat.

Trop said...

I think Virginia Beach had a case of this when we were there.

SassyFemme said...

Trop, I was just coming back to ask you about the rip tides, wondering if that had been going on, after seeing more on it during the news earlier. Scary shit.