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Musings, meanderings and meditation for my mind.


Doompocalypse Redux – DP Challenge

I liked the title, so I stole it.

So the weekly word press challenge is to write about the three most determined changes I want to make to my life and promise sincerely to do each and every one before the world explodes into a cloud of life ending debris in three months time. (A fictional end to the world, in case you were mid heart attack. I do not have foreknowledge or a freaky ancient calendar or mystical abilities.)

I would question here whether, knowing I had three months in which to complete these determined resolutions, I would choose the same three (what is it with that number today) as I would if the world were not ending.

Let’s see – scenario 1. The world is ending in three months.

Resolution 1 – Grab the kids, kidnap the hubbie, spend every moment together doing something fun. Play.

Resolution 2 – Research new recipes, experiment with fabulous new foods, test out tastes never previously explored. Eat.

Resolution 3 – Explore, visit new places, do new activities. Experience.


Of course, realistically if the world was ending most everyone would be doing the same. Quitting work, being with their families. Shops would run out of food in days as people panicked and stockpiled. Chaos would ensue. Still, that was not the point of the challenge. I digress.


Scenario 2 – Reality. My three resolutions for this year.

Resolution 1 – Play with the kids. Spend time with them playing and concentrate more on their school work. Time with children is more important than a clean house. I will have to control my OCD.

Resolution 2 – Cook proper healthy family meals instead of rushing something last minute. Try new recipes. Get my son eating something other than peas and cereal.

Resolution 3 – Finish my course, get on with my career. Find a path.


Not so far off the mark then. World ending or not, it seems family and food are top of my priorities this year.

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Did you know that fish can smell bananas?

I have only been scuba diving twice. The first time was in Puerto Plata, Dominican Republic. Perhaps as a result of being a lifeguard while working my way through uni, I have a fear of suffocating. Being deep underwater and at the mercy of a small mouthpiece was a disturbing prospect. However the group I was with wanted to go so I caved quietly to peer pressure.

We had a practice session in the hotel pool. I don’t recall much about the practicing but I know that I didn’t feel prepared when it was over. Once off on our trip we were joined by fellow tourists. We were suited up and given belts with weights, to hold us down on the sea bed. One American man was so obese they had to tie two belts together to fit around him. Funny how, when you are trying not to think about what comes next, you focus on the little details!

We travelled out to sea by speed boat . Once at our destination – a spot of sea that looked much like any other to the untrained eye – we took turns in rolling backwards off the boat and into the water. A guide took us down to the sea bed one at a time, where we were sat in a circle as we waited for the rest of the group.  I kept one hand on my mouthpiece at all times – no way that was being knocked out of my mouth.

Once on the sea bed I had time to sit and assess my surroundings and was overwhelmed by the silence. How peaceful – and slightly unsettling. On the one hand,  sitting in a bright clear water – we were only about 10 meters below the surface and the sunlight streamed down. On the other, defenceless in a vast open space where we were the interlopers.

A member of the group – possibly the large American now I think back – bugged out. I mean literally as we sat there we could see his eyes growing wide open, almost popping in his panic. He was quickly helped back to the surface by the guides. Somehow that was reassuring – apparently I was not as afraid as I thought. And the surface was not far to go!

At last we were off, swimming gently along the bottom of the sea. We looked at plants and coral, we poked at strange creatures we had never seen before, we explored a whole new world and gradually I relaxed and even began to enjoy myself. A barrel full of cliches spring to mind, most of which would be apt – after all a cliche becomes a cliche because it’s true.

So – here comes the banana story. Did you know fish could smell bananas? Well – I am sure that is factually incorrect and an ichthyologist would soon correct me since fish don’t have noses. But – hold a banana up in the  water and the fish will flock (school?) over to have a nibble. Mr G held aloft our banana and within seconds we were surrounded by colourful little fishes dashing about our heads. Too fast to touch but amazing to watch. 

I did enjoy scuba diving, enough to have a second go at least. Once under the water it’s calming and beautiful. The initial push to get down to the sea bed is nerve wracking, but like any new experience, you can’t find out if you like it if you never try.

But I still like to keep one hand on the mouthpiece – just in case.

Scuba diving in Puerto Plata