Spitball Army

I drove to the pool at 5:00 a.m., despite the cold and wind. By the time I arrived, the sky had begun to express itself with intermittent spittles of rain. I had nearly completed half a mile in the outdoor pool when the lifeguard shut it down.

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With this classmate in mind, I had programmed Mick Jagger’s “Old Habits Die Hard” instead of other possibilities, which could have included ELO’s “Evil Woman” or The Rolling Stones’ “Bitch.”

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Eventually, in that retail business mileau, I had to tell the community, “Thanks, but no thanks,” for that financial black hole to nowhere. If I really wanted a financial black hole, I’d dig it myself.

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The Monday after Labor Day, I went for a swim and was greeted upon submersion with a mouthful of briny water.

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“When an artist uses a conceptual form of art, it means that all of the planning and decisions are made beforehand and the execution is a perfunctory affair. The idea becomes a machine that makes the art. This kind of art is not theoretical or illustrative of theories; it is intuitive, it is involved with all types of mental processes and it is purposeless.” – Sol LeWitt

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Man, that was a nice long 4th of July weekend, wasn’t it? I don’t know about you, but I made sure to fit in some time for barbecue, a terrific movie , a few swims, a chilled bike ride with no automotive interruptions, a couple extra hours of sleep.

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It was a busy day today, and I was on the move for most of it. The constant? My iPod was working overtime, and though I did listen to a couple of albums full through, it was mostly a Shuffle-All-Songs day. The little random song machine did a bang-up job of entertaining me. Here are some of the day’s lesser-known musical highlights that you might enjoy as well as I did:

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Swimming lessons in the morning were followed by an hour or two on the monkey bars, which were followed by splashing and diving at the pool which, in turn, led to swinging and teeter-tottering into the twilight hours. But for me, ultimately, the emphasis was on the happenings at the swimming pool. I was a water baby.

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Sign over the swimsuit water extractor, Downtown Branch of Birmingham YMCA.

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Number of times my cat Ziggy screamed for his breakfast: 37 (which is 2,716 in Cat).

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