Between the Lines

We have new blue and white lane lines and backstroke flags in the pool. My suit didn't match. But thanks to Wonder Woman and sweat shop laborers who didn't size her new swimsuit correctly, now I do! The Incredible Hunk daintily held it up in front of him to show us how it would look on him. I don't think it would fit one thigh.

But if I read between the lines it's obvious to me, at least, that he was frustrated that he couldn't wear a suit such as this because it's not gender appropriate. I am very intuitive. 

T.B.B. is also very impressed with the new lane lines, so much so that it reminds us all how well that funding could have been reallocated to fix up the Ladies Locker Room instead. READ: paint the lockers, fix the flush on toilet #2, and get some freakin' ventilation in there. Yes, I have B.O. when I work out and between that and the perfume I try to mask it with and the shower fog and the fact that many of us hot flash and need AIR it's a wonder that we workout inside at all. Oh, and while you're at it, how about re-painting the friendly reminder to have a shower before getting in the pool on the door exiting the Ladies Locker Room onto the pool deck. Sub-title "did you have a poo this morning???"

FYI, I like working out on weekends and showering at home. No cooties.

But if I read between the lines it's obvious to me, at least, that T.B.B., like me, kept hitting the now raised lane lines with her hands and really doesn't appreciate stupid little bruises. I am so very, very intuitive.

Because of the bright shiny new lights and the new lane lines, all the other stuff that needs a facelift is so much more apparent than it was. Like me for instance. Also the grime around the hooks near the hot tub, the scum in the drains on the pool perimeter, and the 6" of dust on the fish balloon still hanging over Lane #8. And the Band-Aids in the water. And the hairballs.

I definitely look better in low light. So does our pool.

But if I read between the lines it's obvious to me, at least, that the best thing happening between the lines are chlorinated water at the perfect temperature (finally), friendly faces, and, as Sharin' will attest, the la-la land of a great swim on a Sunday morning. Life may at sometimes totally suck but the pool will ALWAYS make it a better day.

Time for a bourbon on the rocks.