First contact

I’ve only been away a week and a half, but it feels like a lifetime.

We’ve just returned from our holiday at Lake Cathie (pronounced Cat-Eye, apparently), where we shared a holiday house with some great friends of ours. And apart from a dozen tweets and a few Facebook updates it was pretty much technology-free.

We walked along the beach (which our son absolutely loved). We drove to nearby Port Macquarie for a pancake breakfast, and to play games of ten pin bowling. We sat around in coffee shops (or more accurately outside them). We enjoyed fish and chips by the water.

(We didn’t stop at the World’s Largest Bowl, though we drove past it quite often.)

Okay, so it wasn’t always like an episode of The Brady Bunch. There were tears, and even the odd tantrum. But overall it was still one of the best holidays I’ve had in a while, and it couldn’t have come at a better time.

Even now, as I battle to clear the hundreds of spam emails littering my inbox and otherwise reconnect with the online world, I still feel incredibly relaxed. It feels as if a tremendous weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

And a very small weight has been lifted from my nose.

The day before we had to leave, I went for a swim at the beach. I hadn’t really been in much at that point, because I always seemed to be wearing the wrong clothes, or have too many things in my pockets that could get wet (like my iPhone). But this time I was prepared, and I was soon being pounded by waves and having a great time.

Then one of the people we were staying with suggested we grab the boogie boards from where we were staying and take them for a spin. It seemed like a really great idea, and before long I was riding the waves on my board—along with riding the bottom of the ocean on my back. (I’m not very good at it.)

The first couple of times I got dumped by a wave I just picked up the board and went back in for another go. But after the third dumping it was time to stop playing and start praying, because I’d completely forgotten that I was wearing glasses.

And suddenly I wasn’t wearing them any more.

We spent the next ten minutes looking, but it was pointless. I was too far out for them to wash ashore, and it’s impossible to see to the bottom when waves are crashing into you every ten seconds.

So the final night of my holiday was literally a blur. And the next day my wife had to drive the first leg of the trip back home.

Fortunately when we got to Grafton (our designated stopover) we managed to get an appointment with an optometrist. And by that afternoon I was wearing my very first pair of contact lenses.

I still haven’t mastered the art of getting them in my eyes yet (the optometrist tried teaching me, but in the end he had to put them in), but I still like them a lot. Things haven’t seemed this clear since I started wearing glasses (even though they’re not the exact prescription I need), and they’ve convinced me to make the switch.

I’ll finally be able to forget everything I hate about wearing glasses, and instead concentrate on more important things in my life.

Like staying afloat on the boogie board.


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