In the pool

It’s not every morning but at least I’m trying to haul my ample ass over to the pool. One drawback is I’m working now…back to the workforce after 14 years of at-homing isolation. So the pool trip is at 5:30 in the morning. The strange thing is after being a postie, ‘lo those many years ago in the 1970’s I can actually get up early and feel quite peppy (doesn’t that show my age – using the word ‘peppy’ I mean).
It’s a pretty nice pool, warmish, because it is used for a city wide physio-therapy program, but not so warm as to be uncomfortable for swimming laps. Saline system, which took some getting used to. It still is hard on the eyes, hence the goggles – suspect I look like an exceptionally fat fly – but not on bathing suits (sleek black speedo I call my seal skin because it is pretty heavy duty and I can dream, can’t I?). It is like swimming in a giant pool of tears. First thing in the morning it is quite a surreal experience to find myself plunging into warm water and setting out with determination to reach the other end and back again. The goal, of course there has to be a goal, is to increase the number of times there and back again in 1/2 an hour. Sounds good but I keep drifting into some trance state and loose count of where I am – not that it is so high a number, just more than 2.
I thought I’d upload a column I wrote for the local paper, Esquimalt News. I seem to have found a regular gig there freelancing. It was great when I was still an at home mom but now it has become a third job that pays what works out to maybe $6.00 per hour. At least I can now afford to have someone come in once every two weeks to help with the housework – yes, still my responsibility – which is a very weird feeling.
I’ll try to do the upload thing another day. I’m on the wrong computer this morning. And it is getting on to 7:10 a.m. which means getting the kids up and moving.
Gawd, I hope these become more interesting. It sounded like a good idea for a post when I was in the pool.