Now, today is a day when I'd like to be in a pool. Even though I'm all bloated, I would definitely do a pool. Even if I have to go back to the pool at the senior citizen community where my parents live.
I showed up there the other day, getting a small confidence boost because I was the youngest person there and completely unashamed of my Grecian-style bathing-suit-clad self. Greeks probably didn't wear bathing suits. But the catalog described it as Grecian style.
I was introduced to Betty and Alma and Carol and Cheryl .... so there's no relaxing, really, you have to be social.
After all the introductions were made, I noticed that my mom and I forgot an important accessory. A foam noodle. Every single woman walked into the pool with a single noodle. They floated on their noodles in a circle in the pool while kibbitzing. While the ladies were lined up on their chaise lounges, their noodles reclined under each of their chairs.
Even though the pool is right in the middle of the community, some people drive to it. Betty, for example. I asked Betty, "Where's your noodle? We seem to have forgotten ours." Betty said she mistakenly left her noodle in the car and didn't feel like retrieving it. I wanted to say REALLY BETTY? OR ARE YOU LYING ABOUT HAVING A NOODLE. If Betty was to be believed, that left my mom and me as the only noodle-less women at the pool.
I whispered to mom, "You'll have to get a noodle for next time, so you fit in..." She thought I was serious.