Having An Off Day

(Warning - post is only tangentially about knitting.)

It's hot all across the country and Chicago is no exception. That's why, near the end of our Thursday night Stitch-n-Bitch, J off-handedly said, "Boy, I just want to dive right in to a pool somewhere."

The light shone and the heavens parted when, just at that moment, it hit me. "I have a pool! I've lived in this complex for nearly 4 years and I totally blanked out on the fact that we have a pool in our clubhouse. And almost nobody uses it! I should have a pool party sometime."

Then J's like, "What about tomorrow? It's my bosses wife's birthday and he's giving us the day off." What the heck, I figured. I'm taking off a couple of days. Let's break the seal on that cherry. I've never been in the dang pool.

And so they came. Fueled by pina coladas, we swam, dead-man-floated, and dog-paddled in the blue-green chlorine waters. I am no petite flower, so it was a kick to be able to run, jump, and skip without pain or pity.

This gravity-defying fun went on for almost two hours but then came the moment of truth. As much as I used to lurv swimming, I brain-sieved on the fact that getting out of the weightless environment was like getting hit with a ton of bricks. Grab the railing, climb a step, on your knees. This was the sequence of events as I emerged.

Even J, who is considerably smaller, felt the impact. She summed it up thusly: "That is the nature of the ass."

Indeed.