THE POOL IS CLOSED in Postcards 4

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 am in the pool and 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.