I usually go to my Arthritis Swim class on Fridays. I had an appointment on Friday morning, and then I headed over to the Y. As soon as I got into the Women's Dressing Room, I was told I had to leave and use the Family Dressing Room next door. They weren't kidding. Somewhere a pipe had bust and was leaking into the Dressing room.
So I moved my stuff next door, and tried to find a locker to stow my gear and my big puffy winter coat. That wasn't happening. The only lockers available were the tiny ones. While I was hanging my coat on one of the rows of hooks available, I overheard one of the lifeguards saying they had had to notify the folks in the pool that they had to move their belongings. I started to wonder.
I looked down the hall to the entrance of the pool, I noticed a puddle of standing water. Back in the dressing room, I took off my shirt (I go to the Y already wearing my swimsuit under my clothes.) I thought for a minute. What was it going to be like AFTER the class was over, and twenty ladies were looking for places to change? The family dressing room did not have a sauna (a really great place to dry off after swimming.)
I decided I didn't need to be a part of that mess, so I put my clothes back on, got my coat, and went home.
Where I matched up more pairs, sewed them up and then tossed them on the design wall. I would have liked to have got more done, but at this time of the year the sun goes away mid-afternoon and given the temperature outside was 23 F and the windchill brought the temps down to 6F, and it was getting chilly in the studio.Bear in mind, I haven't done any tinkering with the blocks on the wall. I just threw them up there. I'm happy in the direction this is going.
Happy Birthday Mary L!

2 comments:
The process is looking good and growing. Sorry about the swim therapy. I do cardiac rehab three times a week and added some Silver Sneaker classes to it as the new place has PTs teach them so there is good stuff in them.
I would have skipped the swim class too given all those red flags.
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