I am not much of a swimmer.
And the idea of sitting out on a big concrete patio, in the sun, is not my idea of having a relaxing time. It's my idea of having an uncomfortably sweaty time.
However, I've discovered, in taking Katherine to her swim lesson this morning, something I'd forgotten about swimming pools, something that makes up for a bit of sweat.
Women's swim suits.
Another reason I should go to the pool -- with Margie -- more often.
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Yes, as I recall, you didn't do a whole lot of swimming when you were in the pool at that cast party 25 years ago, did you? Seemed to be enjoying it nonetheless.
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