Since buying the house, my usual exercise/rehab routine has been radically interrupted. I'm just now starting to get back into the pool but it's slow going.
I guess I didn't realize what a fixture I've been at the Berkeley YMCA pool for the last couple of years. The other day, after a six week absence, I was greeted and welcomed back by all the other regulars who swim on the same day and time.
Most of the people I know there are about 20-40 years my senior and maybe take a motherly/fatherly interest in me. It seems my hiatus was the subject of some speculation.
The theories on my absence corresponded with what each person knew about me: people who knew about my accident, limitations, etc., assumed I was recovering from a surgery or something. Many knew I had bought a house and surmised correctly that I was busy with that.
One lady, who had met my mother, just assumed I was in New York visiting her. (Miriam said to say "hi" Mom) And one of my friends there decided that I had the Swine Flu.
It's nothing to do with me; lately this lady assumes everyone has the Swine Flu. If you inhale a little water while swimming and start coughing, she will render a diagnosis as soon as you're out of earshot. "She should have that checked... could be Swine Flu."
It's good to be back.