Yes, I jumped back in the pool this week. This is Big News for me because I couldn't swim while I was coughing. My yearly pool pass definitely wont pay for itself but oh well...
I also am only doing 20 laps, instead of the 30 I was doing before I got sick. This 20 feels like 30 though, I'm so out-of-shape. I managed to get down there four days (which is my limit). I have the kids on Wednesdays and even when I can take them down, I have to stay with them while they do laps. Talia has about a week more with her cast.
Is it my imagination or are there twice the number of people in the pool? It's true that May through September, the outdoor pool is open and that frees up a lot of space at Schiltingheim. I also like doing the fins, which have strict schedules. A lifeguard actually comes up to the end and starts reminding people to take off their fins at 10:30am. It's annoying as they consider fins to be fins. At our local pool, they told me they'll let me use mine anytime because they're short, not diver-sized ones that some people use. It's like, why bother swimming. Two strokes and they're at the other end of the pool. I did once get sliced on the leg by one of those things (in the other lane!) I wasn't cut badly, didn't even notice until I got out of the pool but it was a bummer as I was going to have my legs waxed soon and the darned cut meant I had to run around like a bear for an extra week.
The only problem is that the local pool in Hautepierre has a funky schedule during the week while Schiltingheim is open daily non-stop. It's also 50m ("Olympic sized") while Hautepierre is only 25m (like the majority of pools in France).
Last night we went down to Colmar, a village near Fessenheim. One of the guys who works with Daniel and Leon in Manspach lives there. He threw a party for his wife's 40th birthday. So funny seeing her and her teenaged children. I was about to have Davina when I turned 40!
It was just a long evening for me. French dinners drag on and they take forever to eat. I hardly knew anyone and it was just, long...
We were next door to France's oldest nuclear power plant, in the village of Fessenheim. I don't know if I could live there. Stupid logic, huh? I'm thinking "Please don't meltdown until we leave". I asked Thierry and Muriel about it once. They said it's major money, very well-paying with great benefits. No one minds the plant. Good for them!
Kind of like the logic I apply to airplanes. I'm used to them, having flown since I was 8 weeks old and did it for a living for 13... That would probably terrify other people but I've been in several car accidents while my flights so far, have been event-free.
Speaking of... Daniel hit a wild boar on the way home. Yes, big grey thing with fangs and all! No, he couldn't miss it. Two just popped out of the woods and started running across the road without a moments' hesitation. He could have avoided those two... and did... except about four more came running out right behind. He couldn't swerve out of the way... no time and yes, he was going too fast. Boom!
We don't actually know if it was killed or not. I think it was at least able to run out of the road because the cars behind us were able to keep going. Daniel thinks logically he did. I'm hoping it wasn't a lingering death. Daniel reminded me that he "couldn't have avoided and besides, it's just a pig". Needless to say, Daniel's membership in PETA is not pending!
If that had been my little Yaris, we would have been 3 hours by the side of the road, waiting for the tow truck (not to mention the fact I wouldn't have gotten out of the car with wild boars with tusks running around) but Daniel's Land Rover wasn't even dented. One of his fog lights is missing the largely-decorative casing but it didn't even break the bulb.
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