A person can drive herself crazy asking why other people do the things that they do, but I still do it. Why, for a non-specific and not at all real life example, would a person sit next to me in the nail salon, talking incessantly on her phone, rather than just sitting quietly and enjoying her pedicure, as I myself had hoped to do. I do not wish to hear this conversation but I seem not to have a choice.
It's Friday, a very nice and sunny July day, not exactly cool, but not mid-July hot, either. People are already talking about fall. Stores are stocked with school supplies and swim season is almost over. August is around the corner, and September is around the corner from August and then we're packed on to a freight train to the holidays with a short stop for pumpkin spice latte hatred right around mid-October. But for now, it's still July. It's still summer.
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Somebody offended my nail salon neighbor and they're about to find out because she's not having it. She's not here for anyone's nonsense. They don't know about her.
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That was yesterday. It's Saturday morning now and I'm sitting in my official team representative chair, awaiting the delayed start of the PMSL Division B Championship meet. Why was it delayed, you might well ask. Well, reader, I don't know you, and I don't know if you are squeamish, so let's just say that there was a bio-hazard incident last night, and clean-up is a 12-hour process. Let's also just say that COVID is the very least of our public health concerns right now. That’s the bad part. The good part is that I've been saying for years that swim meets would be awesome if they started at 10:30, and here we are. Always a silver lining, amirite?
Two hours later and we're about to wrap this thing up. A short break between the individual events and the relays, a few more minutes of cheering and fast races, and the season is over, as fast as a record-setting swim. The relay teams are checking in at the Clerk of Course, and the senior swimmers are leading the cheers. The season is over, but again, it’s still summer. More silver linings.
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