Time for a swim...

I have just returned from a sojourn out into the heat of a sultry July day, and now have my feet up, a glass of ice cold water and a dog by my side, and have decided that though it is 4:15 p.m., I really should not take on my scheduled project until I finish writing my weekly ditty.

When I'm through, I am going for a swim.  Honestly, I have no idea how long it has been since a bathing suit found its way onto my body.  At least 10 years - maybe more.  But part of the amenities at my new place is a lovely pool just a short walk down the hallway and some stairs, and voila! An oasis of refreshment for one's aching back and feet.  Fortunately, it has been many,many, many years since we were required to  wear caps...those ripply rubber abominations that pulled your hair unmercifully, and gave you a terrible headache if you wore them long enough.

And I wore them plenty, because swimming was something I loved, and was good at, and would spend 2 hours doing every morning of the summer.  We had the best of public pools in the town where I grew up, with a spacious shallow end separated by those floating buoy ropes from the 8 or so lanes set up for lap swimming, though they were open for free play so if you wanted to swim laps, you had to go to the 5' deep water where people couldn't play Marco Polo.  Then on the far side from the kiddie shallows was the Deep End, with a high board and 2 low boards and 2 life guard to  keep the peace.  4-6 lifeguards in all, depending on how crowded it was.  And of course, they were all very handsome and blond.

I have no idea what waits for me downstairs, but I'm hoping I will at least have room to tread water for awhile, and enjoy the buoyancy of being weightless in the water.  Wish me luck!