discovered in the last week that i can finally whistle. the catch? i can only whistle in minor keys. off-key minor keys. yieah, well. at least after two decades i can actually hold a note when whistling.
am now actually missing swimming. the daily sun roasting my skin. wearing goggles. dying from lack of cardio fitness. hating the difference between shadow-cool waters and sun-warmed liquid. driving around in a wet swimsuit. all of it. swear to god, i’ve got the bug now and i’m hauling ass back to the y or the pool next to story park after this monthly crap is over with.
found a pair of brand new short-alls buried under a too-small jean skirt and my collection of body suits today. talk about a flashback to the mid-90s. and yet, these short-alls are fricken comfortable. the last time i’ve felt this loose and free in clothing was pretty much never. so who cares if i look even younger than twelve in these things? i’m so. damn. comfortable.