Sitting here in Calgary, waiting for summer to actually appear, I am enjoying the Olympics -- especially the swimming. Yes, I mean it about the absent summer. The weather sucks! I have given up running out back to cover my potted plants. I have been pummelled by hail so often my philosophy now is if they survive the almost daily storms they do; if they don't, they don't.
I'm sick of it. The forecast is always, "A high of 16, sunny periods and a late afternoon thunder/hail storm." In this god-forsaken town we only have four months of summer as it is, but so far....nothing! I think I have sat out on my back patio about five times! It's depressing. And to top it off, the never-ending rain has discouraged my cosmos to flower because they are so well-watered they don't have to. Huge leaves, but not one effing flower!
But, back to the swimming. I watch the swimmers with awe. Being one myself, I know how hard it is to propel oneself through water and live to tell the tale. I am alongside some very good swimmers every morning -- one was a member of the Canadian National Swim team and he actually talks to me?! Another routinely does 4K every morning. Another masters a butterfly that rivals anything I have seen from Brazil. It's daunting and inspirational at the same time to be in the next lane.
Ah well, as I say to everyone who complains about nothing, it's not cancer.
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