The Fifteen Minute Novel: Day 236

The Fifteen Minute Novel is a novel written fifteen minutes at a time with each week day’s section starting with the sentence from the previous day. At least it is attempting to be a novel. For now I am just aiming at one continuous story, worked on for fifteen minutes each day. Started Friday January 1st, 2021 (in case you want to search for the beginning. I can’t wait to see where it ends up. It could be good, or it could be a mess. We’ll have to see. For now, here is today’s fifteen minutes.

Day 236: The classes seemed to combine learning things out of the water and then practicing them in the water.

The classes seemed to combine learning things out of the water and then practicing them in the water. To him it seemed like a sensible precaution. ‘After all it is harder to drown on dry land.’

They toured the facilities as Joel talked and at the end of their large circuit Joel dipped back into his office to retrieve a piece of paper.  “We like to keep our classes small,” he said.  ‘Partially because the dive tank has a finite amount of people that can be in it at any one time, plus our instructors can focus on the individual for safety.”

James nodded.  “Makes sense.”  He took the piece of paper as Joel offered it.

“This is a list of the basic classes you’ll need for familiarization.  You would need to take all of these even if you were just trying it out to see how you like it for a one time trip to Aruba. The second list is what you would need to take if you wanted to be certified.”

“So I can dip my toe in first before seeing if I want to jump in all the way,” James guessed.

“Exactly.” Joel smiled.  “We do like to know if there are any health problems that need to be monitored before you start as well so there is paperwork you will have to fill out sort of like when you go to visit a dentist,” Joel continued.  “We try not to be any more invasive than we have to, we just want everyone to be safe.”

Again James nodded.  “And these are the fees?”

“They are,” Joel said.  James gave them a quick once over and realized that the fist classes he would need to take would be on Saturdays. 

‘And since I can’t work on a new car while I am waiting to deal with the old one, I have Saturday’s free.’ James thought about the first few weeks in town where the weekends seemed endless as he tried to find something to occupy his time.  It wasn’t the same now as he was in the house with plenty he could do and not in an apartment with a limited magazine selection like an expanded waiting room.  He checked the fee schedule, found it acceptable and made his decision.

“I think I’ll start with the beginner’s classes if there is a class starting next Saturday,” he told Joel.

“There is,” Joel said.  “I’ll put you on the calendar back here and let you settle up with the counter for the class deposit.”

Joel took him to the counter and left him standing on a damp, vaguely fishing smelling concrete floor in front of the counter.  James proffered his credit card and signed himself up for the class, receiving a packet of paperwork in return. He left the dive shop feeling good about his decision. 

James headed back to his house and tried to focus on the thought of diving lessons instead of anything personal.  His personal grief he was able to pack away fairly easily.  Squashing emotions was something he had a lot of experience in.  He knew at some point it would sneak up on him, but for now he was content to let it be.  It was thoughts of Cassie that kept sneaking into his mind.

‘I’ve done what I can,’ he thought.  He knew that for now, the best thing he could do was to leave it alone.  He knew if he checked back into the website message board there was the possibility that Cassie would be there expecting more active input in his rescue. That he couldn’t allow.  Not now.  He knew he would check the James Monroe e-mail account to make certain there were no surprises, but for the most part, he needed to forget it. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what was happening.

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