So swimming went well last night! I was nervous about the new pool for no reason. It's so great. It's an Olympic size pool (Long Course Meters) but 25 yards in width (Short Course Yards). There was a swim team practicing, but there were also 8 lanes set up for lap swimmers and still an entire shallow end for people to putz around in or have swim lessons. Other than the swim team and one gentleman, I was the only one in the pool. So excellent. I shall return tonight. I also registered for a swim meet today. It will be my first race is 7 1/2 years. Excited, nervous... so many emotions. All I know is that I'm not ready, and I had better step up my game NOW.
It was doing this icy rain thing as I walked home from work last night and continued as I drove to the pool. It was slick enough to where I was sliding around the sidewalk while walking. I probably shouldn't have then put myself on the road, but all is well. It was snowing a bit by the time I got there, and an hour and a half later, it was snowing big, beautiful, goose-feather flakes! I might not be in Wyoming anymore, and I might whine an awful lot about my discontent with cold weather, but g-dangit, I love snow! It's so gosh darn fantastic. I had to laugh to myself on my ride home because I was singing along with Michael Franti & Spearhead's "The Sound of Sunshine" while at the same time enjoying the fluffy stuff. Sometimes silliness is just what I need.
I seem to be a water baby in the pool, in my ideal geographical location (on the beach), and in my love for the snow (hey, just because it's frozen, doesn't mean it's not water).
Here's what I woke up to this morning. The world looks so good with a fresh layer of sparkling snow.
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| My darling Capitol Hill in the morning |
Love always.
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