Swimmingly

Fabulous word, isn't it? Everything's going just swimmingly. I mean, not really. Not at all. But I like the idea, don't you?

I always think of you when I think of swimming. Every time you've ever come home while I'm swimming in the pool at your house, you have walked out onto the deck and asked:

"How's the water, Megs?"

Second question: "What's the temperature?"

And if I didn't know, you'd walk over to the ladder and check yourself. It was very important to know the temperature for some reason. 

I know you loved swimming, too. Nothing more refreshing than coming home from golf on a hot summer day and jumping into the pool to cool down. 

Well, I had a really good idea a couple of weeks ago. Work has been tough, the weather sucks, and being stuck in the dead of winter while losing you has been a challenging mental situation. I was thinking and thinking, trying to come up with something nice to do for myself - as in, what kind of joy could I inject into my daily life right now. And I came up with swimming, which may seem obvious but really seemed like the answer to my prayers. 

So I'm joining the local Y in Glen Cove. 

I like to think you may have gone there as a child - mom knows where it is, and said it's been there forever. I hope so. I've been trying it out on a two-week pass, and I love it so much already.  

I think of you while I'm swimming laps. I think of swimming for health, and mental well-being (or just maintaining being neutral as discussed), and the sheer joy of plunging into the water. And I wish you could be there with me, swimming right along. 

Megan x