In six days, my pool is closing for a month. It is not the end of the world. It could be the end of the world–I had a nervous breakdown penciled in for Dec 11–but we have another place to swim, and our people (I love our people) have arranged for us to swim for free at a beautiful pool nearby. For free. I erased the nervous breakdown off my calendar. Really, I shouldn’t complain.
But I love my pool. It may be old and shallow and dark, but it’s mine. I know how far I need to be from the wall to hit the flip turn just right. I know which lane I need to be in to see the pace clock. I know the best shower and the best locker. And I know everybody in that pool, and they know me.
It’s going to be a rough month.