..at the compound
After my morning coffee, I put on my bathing suit and wandered out to the pool. The pool is about 30 feet from my back porch, so it's convenient to go over there several times a day. And that's what I did today.
This morning it was empty for a short time, which allowed me to do some laps in my awkward combo stroke. Then a few of the "guys" showed up. I keep waiting for the young, cute, tanned hunky guys to show up, but then I remember, this is a senior complex. After a while the guys started showing off, and then it got a bit scary so I left.
I skipped back over a while later for the aqua aerobics class. Not bad, but there's more yakking about who's doing it right than actual aerobics. As much as I enjoy this exercise class, I make a point of not remembering names.
After dinner I went back over for a nice evening swim. I ran into Donna.
This is Donna...OK, pretend this is Donna. Donna's a talker, and a little funky. That's OK, whatever floats her boat. She starts telling me about a phone conversation she had with her son on Father's day. She said she told her son she has a new pen pal....Theodore Kaczynski, the Una bomber, who is currently serving a life sentence, without the possibility of parole. She laughed, and of course I laughed too because, she was joking right? I mean even if it wasn't exactly funny, it's only polite to pretend and not be rude. So, yeah, I laughed right along with Donna.
Then Donna said, "I have to be careful or my son will have me locked up". I said, "Oh, I know, sometimes I'm afraid my kids will too." Donna looks at me with a straight face and asks, "How many times have you been admitted"? I'm like, "well none", she said, "They've taken me away three times." I guess she saw the stunned look on my face, and said, "oh don't worry, I only get loony when I forget to take my meds."
So, I slowly eased myself away, bid Donna a good night, and called it a day. Life is grand around the pool at the compound.