She must be crazy. The stuff she puts up with from me and my diving.
She doesnt dive. But she lets me pour (some might say, piss away) thousands of dollars and a good part of our time into this what? Hobby?
There is always that pee valve hose and coupler on the window cell in the bathroom. Shes never said a word about it, but it cant be a pleasant site.
She let me build a small room in the garage for my gear. Now it takes detailed precision to get her car into the garage without running into something, and she has to turn sideways to squeeze between the cars to get into the house.
Our vacations are planned around diving Monterey, Cozumel And she just sits happily on the beach. We go to be alone, but there are always divers around people weve never met, but sometimes I know from the board, and some we have met before, and they go to dinner with us and talk for hours about well, diving, of course. Its like were old friends, but she doesnt know them or have anything in common.
Were going to San Diego this summer. At least three other divers are planing to meet us there.
A friends boat is sometimes stored on the side yard, blocking access to her flowers.
Shell come home to an inflated drysuit man in the middle of the living room, while I spay him down, searching for bubbles. I know the glue stinks up the house. She never says a word.
Two or three divers come over, dragging all their stuff into the house. We tear it apart and spread it out in the living room, get out the tools and the glue and the zip ties Im always burning the end of something, which smokes and stinks. She comes in and offers us all coffee.
A couple of times during the frozen winter, we brought a haskel into the living room and did fills.
Speaking of stinking, drysuit underwear starts to get ripe after a while. My wife hands me some cash, which she tells me is for some Sink the Stink.
Oh. Okay. Thanks.
She does our budget every 2 weeks, and she includes a fund for my diving.
I spend hours on the phone or the internet talking about diving. The books and magazines are everywhere around the house not just in the bathroom.
This summer we hope to bring a DIR instructor out to Spokane to do a DIRF class. Of course, hell stay at our house.
Now that I do deeper diving, down to 300 sometimes, she worries about me more. She doesnt say anything about it, but I can tell. She prays for our dives while we are underwater.
Some day Ill get old and maybe Ill go before she does, and all the money Im spending now on diving wont be there for her. She knows that day is coming, and says she prefers it this way. When that day comes, will one of you help her sell my gear on ebay?
Thanks.
Whats wrong with my wife? Ive never done anything worthy of such unselfishness. Why in the world would she give up so much for my hobby?
Thank you, honey. I love you so much.
Oh, and by the way. Can you look at the budget again? I could really use an O2 clean fill whip.
She doesnt dive. But she lets me pour (some might say, piss away) thousands of dollars and a good part of our time into this what? Hobby?
There is always that pee valve hose and coupler on the window cell in the bathroom. Shes never said a word about it, but it cant be a pleasant site.
She let me build a small room in the garage for my gear. Now it takes detailed precision to get her car into the garage without running into something, and she has to turn sideways to squeeze between the cars to get into the house.
Our vacations are planned around diving Monterey, Cozumel And she just sits happily on the beach. We go to be alone, but there are always divers around people weve never met, but sometimes I know from the board, and some we have met before, and they go to dinner with us and talk for hours about well, diving, of course. Its like were old friends, but she doesnt know them or have anything in common.
Were going to San Diego this summer. At least three other divers are planing to meet us there.
A friends boat is sometimes stored on the side yard, blocking access to her flowers.
Shell come home to an inflated drysuit man in the middle of the living room, while I spay him down, searching for bubbles. I know the glue stinks up the house. She never says a word.
Two or three divers come over, dragging all their stuff into the house. We tear it apart and spread it out in the living room, get out the tools and the glue and the zip ties Im always burning the end of something, which smokes and stinks. She comes in and offers us all coffee.
A couple of times during the frozen winter, we brought a haskel into the living room and did fills.
Speaking of stinking, drysuit underwear starts to get ripe after a while. My wife hands me some cash, which she tells me is for some Sink the Stink.
Oh. Okay. Thanks.
She does our budget every 2 weeks, and she includes a fund for my diving.
I spend hours on the phone or the internet talking about diving. The books and magazines are everywhere around the house not just in the bathroom.
This summer we hope to bring a DIR instructor out to Spokane to do a DIRF class. Of course, hell stay at our house.
Now that I do deeper diving, down to 300 sometimes, she worries about me more. She doesnt say anything about it, but I can tell. She prays for our dives while we are underwater.
Some day Ill get old and maybe Ill go before she does, and all the money Im spending now on diving wont be there for her. She knows that day is coming, and says she prefers it this way. When that day comes, will one of you help her sell my gear on ebay?
Thanks.
Whats wrong with my wife? Ive never done anything worthy of such unselfishness. Why in the world would she give up so much for my hobby?
Thank you, honey. I love you so much.
Oh, and by the way. Can you look at the budget again? I could really use an O2 clean fill whip.
Your life insurance must hold some serious cash value!!! 
