I never did learn to swim, though Miss Terry has taught me enough to get from one side of the shallow end of a swimming pool to the other. But my doctor and chiropractor have both recommended getting in a swimming pool and walking around in chest deep water for a half hour a day. They tell me that the buoyancy could help relieve some of my back pain.
We have two pools here in our little private community. One is within eyesight of our house and the other is a few blocks away, down by the fishing pier. Yesterday, after checking the weather apps on our phones and not seeing any indication of trouble, we went to the pool closest to us.
The water felt good for the five minutes we were in it, then suddenly the sky opened up and there was a downpour, along with lighting. Lots of lightning. No, thank you! We quickly got out of the water and retreated back home. Half an hour later the storm had passed, but we could still hear thunder rumbling. As the weatherman here says, “If you can hear it, fear it.”
I’m not afraid of much in the world except for high bridges, snakes, and lightning. But of the things I do fear, I embrace that fear and never let go.
A friend suggested that if I was going to walk in water, I should try the ocean in calm areas because you are lighter in salt water and can walk longer. Thanks, but no thanks. I only live about 15 minutes from the beach, but this is the shark bite capital of the world. If I ever put my chubby butt in the ocean there’d be a feeding frenzy NASA could pick up on satellites!
Another friend asked how I got to be as old as I am (I will be 67 in October) without ever learning to swim. When I was a youngster we didn’t live anywhere that I could do it. Then, when I was 13, we were living in Ohio and I was in the Boy Scouts. We went to a winter camp out at Camp Miakonda, near Toledo. The scoutmaster decided we should hike across a frozen lake, and about halfway across the ice broke and I fell through. I don’t know how deep the water was, but I went down quite a ways before bobbing back up, and when I did I hit the ice above me and realized I was about 10 or 15 feet from the hole in the ice that I had fallen through. I don’t remember a lot about it, but somehow I managed to claw my way along the bottom of the ice until I reached the hole and was pulled out.
After that I had a decided fear about being in or under any kind of water. And as for ice fishing? Forget it. I tried once with a couple of my brothers-in-law, who lived on a lake in Minnesota. They assured me that the ice was two or three feet thick, and even drove their cars out to their fishing shanty. But I just could not relax enough to enjoy it. I left them there and made my way back to solid, snow-covered ground.
We will take another look at the weather report today, and maybe we’ll have better luck. See you at the pool!
Thought For The Day – Life’s biggest tragedy is that we get old too soon and wise too late”- Benjamin Franklin