So what if I take a while before jumping in the pool? I get there eventually and unless I'm perched on a starting block of the Olympic pool waiting anxiously for the starter's gun there is no reason to rush in.
As an aside (or a tactical delay to this blog business), I was dating the coordinator of the 1984 Olympic swimming venue in Los Angeles where they actually built the competition pool at USC. The big guy and I were the very first swimmers to literally and figuratively test the waters.
Wow, that pool is a lot longer and deeper than it looks on television! Not only that, but you will notice in future viewings of events that 1. there is no "shallow end" to wade out of the depths and 2. there are no ladders situated in the deep ends like at your neighborhood swimming venue. And, finally 3. the pools edges were/are a good three feet above the water level. Thank goodness the pool man (and I mean the real pool man, not the Beverly Hills stud who specializes in skimming the surface of the backyard jacuzzi tanned and shirtless.) We were less than graciously tugged to the pool's tiled edge, exhausted after one lap.
But I digress. I am after many nudges, considerable cajoling, and endless inquiries stated in the form of a statement i.e "Of course you blog!", going to blog. Correction, I am now, right now blogging.
Topics will vary widely according to my curiosities of the day, news that others may not deem newsworthy, frustrations and/or pleasantries of life, or interviews. I love to interview and even have some subjects (as in the queen's
subjects) in mind.
