what i did saturday

so there i am in the water

ski on, rope in hand, nervous and a little bit frustrated.

its her first time this year, and for some reason, all previous instances of the actions taken to perform the task ahead are erased annually

i go thru the explanations once again, and again

we are lined up, ready to go, and I yell the fatefull words 'hit-it' and the task is upon me. breathing no longer necessary or possible.

i feel the tug of the handle in my grasp, and hold on like grim death

as i rise, i am showered with pellets of lukewarmess

then i descend, ever so briefly, as i always have, as the torrent deluges over and around me

then the tugging seems to lessen, and i sink, sink, sink...but im so close... i just needed a little more to go and hold on before birthing into the new world where i glide over instead of thru the water

just need to hold on a bit more, but already, ive sunk too far

suddenly i am met with a fierceness of resumed tugging at my hands and arms

i feel the adrenaline tell my muscles that they can make it, and pull this out, to just bear with it a little bit more...

but alas, they do not listen, or are unwilling to comply and i let go, sinking into the drink once again, back where i started

apparantly my little girl saw me dip back down ever so briefly and decided to shout the terminal command "down" which precipitated

my descent and ultimate demise at the end of the rope