I have a couple of days off of 3rd shift. Yes, it took me all of yesterday for my feet to stop throbbing and yes, I'd almost need three days off to feel like I'm not just wandering around like the dead. As my mother always said, "This too, shall pass."
I'm hoping it passes tonight. I had Hubby buy some lottery tickets. I never do that. He asked if I was feeling lucky. Not so much lucky as really, really not excited about working 8 nights in a row.
But I digress.
So lately I've taken to going to Gold's right after I get home in the morning. This is nice because, even though my feet ache like crazy, there are generally no people in the pool and I can swim and float to my heart's content.
On Friday morn, however, the pool room was FREEZING. You know how it is, walking into the room where there's pool. The air is typically tropical and heavy. Such is almost always the case at Gold's pool. Yes, the water is chilly, but once you're in, the room is so humid it's actually nice to be in the pool.
Friday...not so much. Ladies, you know that feeling when you get into a swimming pool and you spend quite a lot of time trying to avoid getting your chest into the water because you're not ready for your "lady buttons" (as we used to call them when Peaches was very young) to get so cold they actually rupture? Well, most of the time that feeling goes away after that initial dunking. Not in this case. Ruptured nipples was a very real possibility. After about ten minutes of flesh freezing swimming, I abandoned all hope and escaped to the hot tub.
I love the hot tub at Gold's. I don't know if I've mentioned that recently. I love hot tubs generally, but I really love the hot tub at Gold's. There's something so nice about sinking into steamy swirling water after a good workout or just because you're FREAKING FREEZING!
So there I am, regaining the feeling in my skin, when a gent joins me. As we all know, I can't hear without my glasses on, and it's very echoey in the pool room, so I typically do not strike up conversations with strangers in the hot tub.
A few moments later, a Gold's employee walked in, under the guise of tidying up. He seemed to know the gent in the hot tub. They chatted over me...something that typically annoys me, but in this case, since I was really only catching every other word, it was okay.
"Cold in here this morning." Gent says.
"Is it?" Worker says.
"Yeah. Cold in here. Normally it's steamy."
"Well," says the worker, " I cleaned out the vent yesterday. It was all gunked up and I had to clean it out so that some fresh air could get in."
(I have to stop and point out that this week here in Waukesha, we've had a delightful stretch of 50 degree and rainy weather. I love it, but Peaches is furious because the city pools finally opened and it's too cold to swim outdoors. FRESH AIR? I'm wearing a wet swim suit and you want fresh 50 degree air flowing around?)
"Still. it's cold in here." Says the gent.
"Well, if I don't clear out those vents, then the bad chlorine won't rise up and out, it'll get pushed back down."
|Yeah, I did take a swim in Gold's Pool. Why do you ask?|
Had they asked my opinion, I guess I would have sided with poisoning.
|Not the sleakest swim suit, but at least this swimmer doesn't worry about cold water or chlorine poisoning!|
This might be why people don't typically ask my opinion.