I suppose library card catalogs were replaced by computer databases 10 or 15 years ago, but once upon a time, dear younger gentle readers, you could look for books by subject on 3×5 cards in little drawers and the subject would be first — “Fun” — followed by the sub-category — “how to have.”
I guess you had to be there.
In July of 1984, right after I met Margaret, we went swimming together in a small lake. And the first joke I told her was that I was so serious a person that if I wanted to have fun, the first thing I would have to do is go to the library and look up, “Fun: how to have.”
Well, SHE thought it was funny.
But that might help you understand that my father has been getting physical therapy in the pool for a month and I only just realized on Wednesday that since he likes to sit by the pool for an hour or so after his session, I could do my time on the elliptical machine while he had therapy and then change into my bathing suit and swim while he sat by the pool. In other words, it took me all that time to figure out how to get in on the fun. And I can’t even say I figured it out on my own — Marge, an extremely fit and charming woman from my cardio class, who is 81 — invited me to swim with her after my father’s session today, since she was going to be in the pool then anyway.
I will admit to a bit of a rocky start. I wasn’t aware that the woman next to me in the dressing room accompanied by several young girls also had a boy in her group who was WAY over the age limit for that area. I didn’t know of his presence because when I was trying to get my top on — one of those bra with a blouse things — it rolled up and got stuck around shoulder level. As I struggled with it I heard one girl scold, “You’re not supposed to look,” which he certainly was doing. Anyway, I had to take the top off and try again, while another girl launched into a chorus of — I am not making this up — “Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me.”
Marge and I swam several laps and had a wonderful chat. Then she left and I did several laps using the backstroke so I could look up at the sky and fluffy clouds. When I got out, Dad was still enjoying himself in the shade of an umbrella, so I lay in the sun for awhile because everything about the experience felt so pleasant and nourishing that I just wanted more time to let it soak in.
When we got home, we ate fresh peaches.
Fun: how to have.