I swim myself to the bone, or rather, to the muscle. Before the end of the year I have to start dialysing, or so they say, and it looks like my body just wants to just passionately enjoy my threatened health. And I join in happily. Moreover the symptoms that have been hung above my head are no bother at all. Not easily tired, no nausea and no fluid at my ankles. On the contrary, I swim everyday, am in the water two to four hours and feel myself in top condition. In short, I live like an 18 year old. Maybe the Holy Water after all?
When in the morning I dry my face my towels taste salty. At night I use them as curtains and they can dry at the same time. But in the morning they are still damp. Maybe because salt has the characteristic to attract moisture.
When I walk the rocks sometimes I surf all kinds of brain waves to use in a Dolphin Address. I think that is because my body is so intensely absorbed that my mind has free play. Then I hurry to record them on my dictaphone.
That same thing happens during swimming, but here the yield is much more limited, as ideas and observations fade fast.
Now I always kept a spare dictaphone on the dashboard as during driving Lady Genie can uplift her veil as well. A cheesy gadget, but it worked. I put it in two sealable plastic bags and wrapped it so, that I could still read the screen and switch it on or off. I put it inside my sleeve and wishing well went into the water.
The screen was not very readable, also because I have customized my weight belt so, that I nearly sink when breathing out. Nevertheless I had a lot to tell, for to catch up on. With a feeling to have landed a rich prize I finally left the water. Again the sea turned out to be a cruel mistress. The screen read rusty with a blurry circlet in the middle. Only one thing was clear, it would never work again. I did lay the carcass to dry, but the circlet only got less blurry and looks like a smiley, pooh-poohing me.
The odds of under water dictaphones to exist I think is negligible. Of course there are hydrophones, but these are connected to above water recorders. And a dictaphone in a bottle doesn't work either as I can't reach the controls. My ex-phone lies drowned on my table top. The only thing inside is this sad little story.