Hehe, before you get any ideas, Rachel and I are most certainly not meant for each other. We're more or less brother and sister, and if we spent too much time together we'd kill each other in short order, to be sure. J. and I are complementary, which is a wonderful thing, indeed. Rachel and I, on the other hand, are *far* too alike, and with our personalities, that would not be a good deal by any stretch of the imagination.
Anyone who knows me can vouch that spending my time and effort (and sometimes $46.55 postage) to help anyone is just what I do. Obviously, I want to extend our dives and not have to deal with a partially remedial diver, but helping him out is hardly negligible to me. If I can get him to properly weighted and trimmed form (and maybe help his air consumption rate in the process), I'll be happy. (If he takes to the horizontal and everything else well enough that he's actually an asset, that's lagniappe.)
Incidentally, Walt, you make a good point. It'll be interesting to see how much more he enjoys diving with everything in proper order. (I know that after I helped Rachel work out her trim, she said it made the dives ***much*** better for her, but I suppose I forgot about that effect.)
(Note: The $46.55 postage was what it cost to send a box weighing 6 pounds, 3.8 ounces, from Baton Rouge to Japan via Global Express Mail. The four-dozen 4" diameter homemade (my personal recipe) white chocolate macadamia cookies were possibly the best idea for a birthday present for J. that I've ever executed.)
