I have taken to starting my day at the Northwest Municipal Pool, where I swim laps until I am tired and breathless and then I climb out of the pool and drive home. The entire process takes less than 30 minutes. I prefer to go in the morning, before the chunky and unsavory kids from the church daycare center show up to maraud and make the water unnecessarily choppy.
The charge for entrance to this pool is $3 and I believe this is money well-spent. The pool is clean and clear and the city's special blend of chlorines and disinfectants isn't terribly noxious. One can open their eyes underwater and not feel their retinas sizzle.
Today was the first time I entered the pool area to pay my $3 when the cashier, a girl my brother's age, looked at me and then tiptoed herself up so that she could get a good look at my ankles. "So it's just you?"
Ah yes. Woman in her thirties + 11am on a Monday = MOTHER. The complicated equation of woman in her thirties + connective tissue disorder + technically unemployed = PERSON WHO WANTS TO GET SOME EXERCISE did not occur to her. Where were my squeebs? Squeebs cost $1 a head and she was making sure I wasn't smuggling in the kinder without paying.
This little exchange drove home to me that I must look old to young people, i.e. the teen/early 20s crowd. I've crossed over into Mom Territory, with or without a child. I've never thought of myself as being especially young-looking, although I'm sure in ten years I'll look back at photos taken of me in my twenties and see a fresh-skinned innocent baby.
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Last night was the first-ever Geegster rehearsal where I questioned the validity of our females-only rule. Our first Boy of Summer for the 2008 season, Mr. J.T. Maxwell, was such a musical-improv natural, with a big, hearty baritone that sounded positively magical against our spectrum of girly-voices, that I concurred when it was suggested that J.T.M. remove his penis in order to gain full membership.
I am beyond bummed that I'll be out of town for his show this coming Saturday. Little Bro has a learner's permit in his hot little hand and I am making good on my promise to give the kid free amateur driving instruction behind the wheel of my old purple Saturn. So homeward I shall go, but for all of you who are in Austin this Saturday, please consider attending this very special installment of the B of S!
Posted by Zerd at July 7, 2008 06:23 PM