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susandennisI woke up at 6:30 and could not even doze any more so, I started thinking... today's one of the days that the pool is open from 6:30-8... If I hustled, I could do it. So I hustled. I was in the pool by 7:15.
Early morning swims are different and interesting and I think maybe I like them! It's quiet - no screaming kids. There are 6 lanes instead of 5 (they combine on for a bigger space most of the rest of the time). Each lane already had 2 or 3 swimmers going when I got there but the pace they had already set was totally doable. It was great. What a fabulous way to start the day.
By about 7:30, people started dropping out. By 7:45, the entire pool was empty except for me and a couple of guys in other lanes. It was quiet and lovely.
I got out and got my stuff and when to take a shower. I realized after I was dressed that I'd left my shoes out by the pool. I turned the corner and the quiet, still pool that I had left was full of about 75 kids all doing lane work and splashing up a storm. I could not even get a handle on how they were organized but apparently I was the only one confused. It was mayhem but everyone was having a blast.
On the way out to my car, I saw one Mom parked in the shade, seat back, catching up on her Zzzzz's. It made me smile.
I went on to McDonalds for a sausage biscuit and coffee and came on home and here I am and it's not yet even 9 am! On the downside, no more swimming until Friday.
The pool has early morning hours on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I thought the mid day suited me but maybe early morning does. Or maybe a mix.
So the rest of today... I'm heading over to the neighborhood farmer's market. I need more pickles. And a loaf of good bread. Anita made me some home ground ham salad that is just outstanding. It deserves good bread and need to be topped by some half sour slices.
And that's really it. No other plans really. I have a full TiVo and lots of bears to knit and an air conditioner. I'm good.
Early morning swims are different and interesting and I think maybe I like them! It's quiet - no screaming kids. There are 6 lanes instead of 5 (they combine on for a bigger space most of the rest of the time). Each lane already had 2 or 3 swimmers going when I got there but the pace they had already set was totally doable. It was great. What a fabulous way to start the day.
By about 7:30, people started dropping out. By 7:45, the entire pool was empty except for me and a couple of guys in other lanes. It was quiet and lovely.
I got out and got my stuff and when to take a shower. I realized after I was dressed that I'd left my shoes out by the pool. I turned the corner and the quiet, still pool that I had left was full of about 75 kids all doing lane work and splashing up a storm. I could not even get a handle on how they were organized but apparently I was the only one confused. It was mayhem but everyone was having a blast.
On the way out to my car, I saw one Mom parked in the shade, seat back, catching up on her Zzzzz's. It made me smile.
I went on to McDonalds for a sausage biscuit and coffee and came on home and here I am and it's not yet even 9 am! On the downside, no more swimming until Friday.
The pool has early morning hours on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I thought the mid day suited me but maybe early morning does. Or maybe a mix.
So the rest of today... I'm heading over to the neighborhood farmer's market. I need more pickles. And a loaf of good bread. Anita made me some home ground ham salad that is just outstanding. It deserves good bread and need to be topped by some half sour slices.
And that's really it. No other plans really. I have a full TiVo and lots of bears to knit and an air conditioner. I'm good.
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Date: 2013-07-03 05:30 pm (UTC)There are plenty of recipes out there; I've yet to try one I like enough to make again, and nobody I know seems to make it.