You know what's really funny? Scientists in Hawaii. Even those that don't wear socks with sandals, you can totally pick out in a second. I'm not sure exactly what it is about them.
The other day we were snorkeling somewhere that had a small inlet of warmer fresh water into the cool salt water. When you swam through that area it was all blurry. At first I thought my mask was getting foggy. I asked Beloved, "Why is it all blurry here?"
He said, "The refractory index of the water is interacting with the change in density and temperature."
(Eye roll...)
In separate but related news, I told Beloved that I am choosing the restaurants for the rest of the time we're here. I'm in Hawaii, for the goodness sake, and I want to eat good food. Seafood. Polynesian food. Authentic food. At least something that I can't eat at home. We went out to lunch today and he wanted to stop at the second place we walked by. Fine... Well, it turned out that they served chili burgers and had ESPN on a big TV over a bar.
Beloved is tall and skinny. Slender. Thin. Dang it, it's so annoying. The man just doesn't care about food that much. If he's not hungry then it doesn't matter what's in front of him, he just doesn't eat. When he is hungry he will eat anything. He's not so much into fancy cooking or baking or fine dining.
If I buy ice cream I usually buy two different kinds; one Dryer's fancy yummy ice cream and one cheap nasty gallon of store brand ice cream-like food product. As far as ice cream goes, I figure if I'm going to eat it I may as well eat the good stuff and enjoy it rather than eat the nasty stuff which has a bunch of sugar and fat but still doesn't taste that good. It distresses me that he tends to eat ice cream without savoring it, one big bite after another until it's gone.
Okay, one more story about Beloved and food...
Once, long ago when we were college students, I went to visit Beloved in Chicago where he was working for Argonne doing some kind of neptunium research. He was definitely bach-ingit, living with a roommate who was doingsome sort of 3D imagingwork with computers or something. Anyway, very nerdy stuff.
So I flew in to Chicago and he was all happy to see me and he showed me around the lab. In the evening I went to stay with yet another smarty-pants post-doc for the night. (We were very... chaste and formal at the time, I guess you could say. Okay, we were practically Duggar-ish, to tell the truth.) (I'm just a little bit sad for my former self in that regard. I wish I could tell my younger self to lighten up just a little bit.)
Wait, what was I talking about? Ah, yes...
Beloved was just so excited about showing me around Chicago and the lab that he just... forgot to eat. And forgot to offer me anything to eat. And I was starving! How crazy is it that I was comfortable enough to fly to Chicago to see this guy, but not comfortable enough to ask, "Hey, umm, when are we doing to EAT?"
After I had been there for about 24 hours he finally made some Hamburger Helper stuff with pasta. It was not that good. But, oh my lord, I could have eaten the entire box myself. He ate a few bites and was done. I could not believe it. Then I was uncomfortable eating when he wasn't eating. What if he thought I was a big fat over-eater or something? So I sat sort of miserably, looking longingly at the cold Hamburger Helper while he talked about... something scientific probably. My memory was probably impaired by malnutrition and dehydration at that point.
Anyway, my new rule is, "People who do not care what they eat do not get to choose dinner." Makes sense, don't you think?