A morning in the tropics


Vacationing at home is often the best way to relax. But by today, I felt the need to get out. So much for focusing on the sewing projects…all in good time. But since I woke up to rain, my mind suddenly focused on my favorite form of getting wet — swimming. And pool running. I felt the call of the Findlay YMCA.

The husband agreed to tag along — not to swim, of course. He and the dog dropped me off at the Y and hightailed it for some office supply store. Actually, Ike didn’t have a choice. He can’t swim. Or won’t. He also can’t go inside the store, so he sat patiently in the car, snoozing with his purple stuffingless bear.

So while the boys were off doing their thing, I pretended to be in one of my favorite places — on the back river beach of Tybee Island, GA., swimming in the salty ocean water, watching the dolphins. Actually, it was quite a stretch to imagine all of this, because technically I was in a chlorinated pool with no beach, pool running to the soundtrack of Dr. Zhivago. It’s hard to imagine dolphins chattering in the distance when Omar Sharif and Julie Christie are canoodling to a rather wobbly version of “Somewhere My Love.”

But I tried. And pretty soon the heat of the water and humid air transported me to the quiet of my little island beach. Just as I was about to hop in a kayak and tool out to the dolphins, thousands of chattering little voices broke my reverie. Well, at least 20. But you get the picture. My time in the tropics was up. Not yet ready to decamp for the chilly wet of the outdoors, I traded the warm water for the much cooler — but much more peaceful — lap pool.

This was a challenge — and a win, of sorts — for me. Not having swam since last September, I was skeptical about my ability to do the crawl thanks to the bum shoulder with only about 30% rotation. Hmmmmm….somewhere along the way, I’d regained enough strength and rotation to manage a very awkward, gawky crawl. At least my kick is still strong. Doesn’t that count for something? Whatever, it’s enough for me to have spent an hour in the water.

So…I am truly on vacation. I have been to the tropics, albeit technologically and chemically created, but for now it’ll have to do.

And now…those darn sewing projects are beckoning.

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One response to “A morning in the tropics

  1. An acquaintance of ours was having dinner by herself in Morocco a couple years ago. A man at another table invited her to join his party. She couldn’t turn him down. It was Omar Sharif. (Our acquaintance happened to be there babysitting during the day for her grandchildren, whose mother is Mira Sorvino.) How’s that for name-dropping?

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