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!

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.
ReplyDeleteI would have skipped the swim class too given all those red flags.
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