Oh, and *then*, as it was a little chilly, he kept saying he was going to die from hypothermia, and then all the normal children had to ask what that was (and if it’s contagious), and he was so involved in lecturing that he kept getting his mouth full of water, and then he had to explain why water in the lungs is bad, and so on ...
By the end of the summer, we’ll probably be in the newspaper, “The family with that alien kid.” There was a Russian woman there who was cracking up, and all the lifeguards were snickering. Maybe Bill kept at sufficient distance that he wasn’t identified with us; that would make him feel better. He can go to the pool by himself.
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We're supposed to pull in later, but I have duty. After we moor up I can tell you where we are, at least, even if nothing interesting happens on my duty day.
I would hope that we'd have a fairly calm day, since the last week has been ridiculously busy. 12 hours of at-sea fueling and stores, port and starboard watches on the gun mounts after some suspicious fishing boat almost collided with us in Singapore straits, 4,000 gallons of seawater flooding in the engine room at 2 in the morning ... Anyway, I'm hoping nothing much happens after we moor up later.
I kind of learned to do butterfly in boot camp so I could pass the swim. This was after being told that dog-paddle was not a stroke. I didn't know that previously. Maybe you should switch Ash to one of those natural food diet things ... where you cook meat and stuff. That seems like a lot of work, but since she apparently doesn't like dog food anymore ...
There are rumors that the radio OS's have ship's mail, so some magazines and bank statements may turn up fairly soon. That would be nice. I'm out of new reading material.
LOL, great story.