THE POOL IS CLOSED

That’s me in 1983…a little off center in the red suit. 

I confess that I faked it well enough a few years earlier, and I got a job helping with the Assisted Swim Program at Mesa College.  They had one class at the Plunge, above, and that made it easy.  I didn’t even have to change suits.  But underneath the red suit I was a fake.

I never was into any form of sports.  Probably it was because I couldn’t see anything without my glasses.  Even with glasses I couldn’t throw or catch a ball.  I wasn’t very good on a golf course either.  That was my family’s passion, golf.  Just as importantly, I wasn’t a success in the pool until I discovered synchronized swimming.  Amazingly, I could do that.

Over the years, I have broadened.  Not my horizons, but me.  I don’t teach swimming now, but I still keep my nasal passages out of the chlorinated water.  I can walk in the water but not well on land.  Sluggish and lazy be me indeed.  I’d rather be reading a book any old day.

This morning I almost cheered when the check in lady told me the pool was closed because of a chlorine leak.  I almost raced to the car, raced to my breakfast, and when I am done here, I will race to the well written book just waiting for me.

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• Himself:  Yesterday, got a shot for his torn meniscus, got an appointment to see an orthopedic surgeon, seems accepting at last.
• Herself:  I have to dust the books in back of the bed…..the cough, achoo, and repeat will end.
• Reading:  Amberwell.  Very touching.
• Captain Poolie:  Getting ready for a picnic lunch with her sister.
• Gratitude’s:  For friends that are ok in the fires.