My family has laughed at me for a very very long time about getting in weird positions, climbing into areas I shouldn’t be in and injuring myself for a photo. I am sure none of them would be surprised if I die in some freakish photography incident. I would be very proud to go out that way, I think.
When Alex & I went to the beach this past weekend we were just doing what we wanted, no kids determining the schedule. So if I wanted to tromp around with sandals on in a sandy field of flowers with blood sucking insects, by golly I was going to do it! So I did.
I very quickly went over to said field, literally danced around in a sandy field with sandals on trying to fend off mosquitoes and giant horseflies. I am sure all the cars waiting to board the ferry got a rather amusing show as I crouched, kicked, flailed, dodged and otherwise made a fool of myself for the photo. I took 7 frames, probably a record low number for me, and ran.
The icing on the cake was when I held still for a second and felt some searing pain in my ankle. I assumed it was a horsefly and smacked at the spot full force. Turns out it was 3 sand spurs that became embedded in my hand and ankle with the force of the smack. It is still swollen and itchy.
7 mosquito bites, one horsefly bite to the forehead, and about 15 puncture wounds later I had these to show for it. I like them. So happy I got a second chance at a missed opportunity. One is not usually so fortunate.