Day 30

Today in my "marine" science class we ventured down to the mud flats by the harbor.  They were muddy!  But it wasn't just normal mud, not like that which I'm used to back home in NC.  This was stinky, gross, thick, and deep.  The kind of mud that you have to walk in a certain way or face the consequence of sinking 4 inches down and possibly face-planting. 
I really don't like mud.  Not in my shoes.  Or between my toes, unless I don't have shoes on and it isn't dirty, smelly mud.  Therefore, I stood on a piece of shale and was the scribe for my group, thus avoiding the uncomfortable situation that would follow if I stepped foot in the mud. 

In situations like this I always think of one of our family's very dear friends, Becky.  When my sister and I were growing up we would show horses (she still does).  One fateful July (I think), Becky and her parents came to see us at a horse show in Raleigh.  Becky always was, for lack of a better way to describe this and I mean nothing bad by it because I am so much the same, Miss Priss.  She didn't do dirt.  She showed up to a horse stable in sandals.  And of course there was horse manure everywhere.  So whenever I feel like a duck out of water, I think of Becky, and I always grin and laugh a little.