I have no pants

I was meeting a friend after work one day. We had a swim planned. I messaged her to tell her that I was running late. It had been a long day and I was leaving work late. I almost got to the exit to drive to the estuary. I suddenly blanked and missed the exit. Unfortunately, my exit was the last one before a 9 mile bridge. I took an unexpected tour of the bridge. Thankfully, there wasn’t much traffic and it only made me about 10 minutes late.

We did our swim, half-heartedly, since we were both exhausted. After the swim, I realized that since I forgot my coverup, I could just go home wearing the long tshirt I had been wearing. I couldn’t get my leggings on damp legs.

About halfway home, I realized that I would have to get from my car to the house with no pants on! I phoned home. One daughter suggested that I park in the driveway, since it would be a short distance to the door. The other daughter suggested that I wait in the car until she could bring me pants. Both valid suggestions. I phone a coworker so she could get a laugh at me sitting in my car with no pants. She suggested that I wear my towel in. Duh. I was so tired that I didn’t even think of that myself.

I wore a towel skirt in, over my tshirt. Phew.

Can You Get Out of That?

I got a new swimsuit. It is comfortable and fit nicely. Unfortunately, the hook on the back is difficult to clasp. My daughter helped close it the first time. She steps back and looks at how the suit fits. She suddenly thinks about it. “Can you get out of that?”

The answer is yes. I can undo the clasp. I just couldn’t close it the first time. I was even able to get it closed the second time. Absolutely no trouble undoing the clasp, at least.

Now I just have to get into the water and swim!

Out in the Open again

I am still training for my 1.5 mile swim in early October. Until this week, all of my training has been in the pool.

I grabbed a friend and we set off to get me back into the open water. I had a little trouble with the swim watch, but my friend had hers going. We actually did .66 miles. It was a slow pace, but we were out there!

I plan on getting out there again soon.

I didn’t recognize you!

I went to a surprise party for a friend. One of her friends showed up and I just knew I hadn’t seen her before. She introduced herself, and I recognized her name. Wait a minute! I know you!

We had been swimming together. Neither of us had seen the other in anything but our swim gear. We look very different when we’re dry, not wearing a swim cap and goggles, and we’re wearing real clothes. I had flip flops on, and I suspect she may have been wearing them also, but, otherwise, totally unrecognizable.

Starting the Training

I went away to a place with an open pool to begin my swim training. I’m glad I did it in a no pressure place.

Day one, my swim watch decided that it was out of batteries. Part of that, maybe, was that the pool water was at 90 degrees. The maintenance guy told me that he turned it down, but it hadn’t cooled off yet.

Day two, several children needed to be in the same place that I was, and their parents decided to put all of their setup within two feet of mine, so I left.

Day three, I pulled my earplugs out of my ear to hear what someone was saying. The plug part stayed in the ear. We almost went to the emergency room, but I got it out before the tweezers arrived.

I learned that I need a bone conducting mp3 player so that I can use real earplugs. I also learned that my swim watch was lying to me since it worked fine once we got home. Also, I need to go to a pool with lanes and no kids in the way. Thankfully, my gym’s pool has recently opened. Now, to fit it into my schedule!

Training and the Emergency Department

Earlier this week, I went to the pool after work. The new Covid-friendly rules state that there can only be one person in each lane. That means that since there are 3 lanes, there can only be 3 people in the pool. This is a difficult concept for some, I guess.

I got to the pool just as two young girls slid into their lanes. The third lane was occupied by an older gentleman who was actively doing laps. The girls were in the pool to cool off. They were playing, and splashing. Sitting on the stairs. One even managed to wear her paper mask into the pool, tucked into her swimsuit. The girls spent time playing catch with it. I waited patiently. In times past, I would have asked the girls to move to one lane so they could socialize together, but I understand that the rules are in place for a reason.

I stood at the end of the pool waiting. I was wearing my swimsuit, my swim cap, my goggles, my triathlon watch and my waterproof mp3 player, which doubles as earplugs. My towel and flip flops were waiting nearby, with my phone. After about 15 minutes of waiting, the gentleman got out of the pool, so I took his lane. One of the girls asked nicely if I would switch lanes with her so she could be next to her friend. I had to pull my earplugs out to hear what she was saying. I didn’t mind moving, so I shoved the earplugs back in as I ducked under the rope to get into the next lane. This is when all hell broke loose. The earplug portion of the headphones fell off the mp3 player and got lodged in my ear. I tried unsuccessfully to dislodge it. I decided to try a few laps since it didn’t really hurt.

I had just finished the round trip of laps 1 and 2 when I heard yelling. A “gentleman” was yelling at the two girls, telling them to share a lane. The girls very nicely told him that it was one per lane. The man’s wife showed up and he explained that the girls were refusing to move and he started yelling. The girls referred him to the staff at the desk. The staff came in and counted for the man. “Three lanes, three people. That’s the rule. These people were first. You can wait.” The man started yelling about his rights since he pays for gym access. The staff members referred him to the manager and explained that it was out of their hands, since it was mandated by the orange tier of the county. The man left. The wife had left when her husband started yelling about his rights.

So, after the show, I continued my laps. At the end of laps 3 and 4, another man came in, so I paused to try to take the earplug out of my ear again, hoping for another show. The two girls explained that it was 1 person per lane. The man said that he’d wait. What a reasonable answer! Another man, who the first man seemed to know came in and the first man explained 1 per lane. Ok. No problem. He’d wait, too. Man number three came in, greeted the first two men, and said that there was too long a line, so he’d see them tomorrow. Again, another reasonable answer.

I continued my swim until the pressure in my ear became unbearable, and I realized that I would have to get out, shower and dress before I could do anything about the stuck earplug. So I announced to the first man that I was getting out. He was appreciative of the heads up so he could get into position to get into the pool.

I showered and dressed and got to my car. I attempted to take the earplug out with the tweezers in my car. No luck. I was near work, so I briefly thought about asking the nurse at work to help me, because she doesn’t gross out easily, but I realized that the tweezers I had were too sharp. Option 2 was to go home and have my daughter to do it, but again, the tweezers were an issue. I went for option 3, which was to head back to work and hit the emergency room. I walked in as a woman was being brought in. The security guard recognized me as an employee and asked if I had my Covid screening when I worked that morning. Yes, I had. He sent me to register.

I was asked to take a seat. I pulled out my Kindle to read while I waited. The battery had died. Wonderful. Thankfully, I only had to wait about 2 minutes to register. Then I was sent back to the waiting room for another full minute. The triage nurse asked me if I thought that I had something in my ear. No. I know that I have something in my ear. She sent me to a chair next to the triage room. I waited another full minute before the physician’s assistant arrived. He took one look in my ear and announced “Oh! Good! The pool opened!” He left to get tweezers and came back to take 5 seconds to remove the earplug. He asked me to wait for the discharge nurse.

About 5 minutes later, the billing person came in to get my credit card and to tell me that I would be seen soon. I told her that I had already been seen, but was waiting to be sent home. She very kindly told me that once the nurse came in, I didn’t have to wait for the billing person again. I could go. Well, thanks for that.

The nurse came in and told me that she was sorry but legally she had to give me the paperwork telling me that I couldn’t drug seek in the emergency department and that I needed the paperwork to tell me not to put things in my ears or in my nose, but she understood what happened. Ok. All set.

I needed an adventure after all that time hanging out at home, but I really prefer adventures without emergency departments. I’m waiting to see what the next adventure will be.

Well, I Did It!

As many of you know, I struggle with the gym part of bookworm at the gym. I used to sign up for races and events all the time to keep myself motivated. All of the events were canceled with the pandemic, or postponed, or became virtual events. Motivation flew out the window. With the gym and pool closures, it became even more difficult to inspire motivation.

I have two friends who regularly do events with me. One does running and the other does swimming. They keep me moving. Sometimes literally. In the last few weeks, we’ve discussed going back to doing events. This week, we pushed each other. I am signed up for a 10k a year from now. I am signed up for a 1.5 mile open water swim in September. I have goals again!

The swim is a fundraiser, and I’ve posted my fundraising page below, if anyone is interested in sponsoring my swim. I have already made the minimum amount required to swim, so anything after this is just pushing me into wave maker status.

Wish me luck! Help keep me motivated.

Fundraising Page

Unicorn and Mermaid Waffles

Unicorn and mermaid waffles

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According to the above linked article, these beauties actually exist. The description in the article tells about adding some sweet to your morning. Cotton candy or blue raspberry? That does not sound delicious. It does sound very sweet, especially with the suggested addition of whipped cream.

If I was required to add color to my breakfast, I think I’d rather choose green eggs and ham. Maybe I’m being too critical because I’m not big on sweet breakfasts? Still, I don’t think this one will be a big seller.

Stolen box

Every month, our dogs get a bark box. The box is small and usually fairly light. We allow Molly to retrieve it and open it herself.

I ordered a new swimsuit. I was headed out for a short time, so I just kicked it inside our entry way and went on my way.

When I came home, Molly was in the entry way, waiting for me. My daughters let her out and she said hi to me as I came up the walkway. We went inside and shut the gate.

Suddenly, Molly saw the box. She grabbed it and ran upstairs with it. The kids caught her and sent her back downstairs. I managed to get the box from her, but she was still interested in the box. I opened it and got the innards out. She tried to take the swimsuit. I managed to keep the suit and I gave her the empty box. She was still excited and ran back up stairs with it. She had her fun with the box and then it got recycled.

About an hour later, her bark box was delivered. I guess she knew it was about time for her package to come. I guess we need to teach her to read the labels before she assumes it’s for her.