Water spots on my sunglasses make it a little challenging to see, but I know this pool well. I continue my awkward version of the breaststroke, most of my head above the waterline in hopes of keeping my hair as dry as possible.
Obviously I’m no athlete, but there is truly no other place that I’d rather be than in our backyard reservoir of sun-warmed goodness. With each leisurely lap, I rehash the day’s events until I’ve worked out in my mind each issue that has faced me, and then turn my attention to matters that lie ahead. In 80-foot increments, my worries lessen a bit while my joints loosen up.
Personal and workplace problems are generally ironed out in the first 20 minutes or so, then, just because my mind can’t rest, I wrestle with challenges before the community. The upcoming school board election for two expiring seats, for example: Should we be concerned about spending money on the election in such tough times? Would it have been better if only two people stood up and the election canceled? Or are our students better served by having a challenger that forces a civic conversation? No matter how many laps I do, an answer to that one doesn’t present itself. In the pool, just as I am out of it, I’m cursed by a tendency to agree with both sides. So I drop that subject.