I failed to blog on Thursday and Friday because this computer, along with our furniture, was under cover from the dust caused by the installation of new windows. They are 'storm resistant,' which means that when the next hurricane hits we will not have to sit in the dark behind hurricane shutters - they were removed before the new windows were installed - but instead will have a front row seat for the destruction outside. At least I hope it will just be outside.
Yesterday evening I went down to the pool to swim my laps (two breast stroke, two side stroke, repeat) and found an older couple sitting near the shallow end I had never seen before. I said hello and jumped in the pool. On about the sixth turn the man called over, “Where did you swim?”
It seemed an odd question so I asked him to repeat it. “Where did you swim?” he asked. “In college? You have a beautiful stroke.”
This was all the more surprising as I was doing the side stroke at the time, not a stroke you see in competitions. I stopped my progress to thank him, and tell him I had never been on a swim team, and in my effort to stay buoyant scrapped my foot on the floor of the pool.
There are always things to be thankful for. Here in South Florida, one should forever be grateful that iguanas don’t attack.
I spent most of yesterday in bed with chills and a slight cough. I knew exactly why - I had gotten my second booster Wednesday afternoon - so there were none of the dire conjectures that one has (at least I have) when sick. But the fact remains that when you feel lousy, even when the state is self-inflicted, you still feel lousy.
Some celebrities, as they age, physically call to mind older celebrities. For years now I've thought John McEnroe increasingly looks like Mel Brooks (an impression this year's Wimbledon has only strengthened). And watching The Staircase I've noticed that in some shots Colin Firth resembles Garrison Keillor.
Reagan declared ketchup a vegetable, while Trump made it a wall ornament.