Showing posts from April, 2009

The Hayward Plunge? Impossible!

A couple months ago, PP glanced at the front page of the SF Chron and saw a photo of a POOL! How cool was that? How often is a pool on the front page of the newspaper? (Of course, PP would prefer this over the usual horrific news of murders, foreclosures and politics.)

Yet, on closer inspection, this Pool was featured because it was part of FDR’s Public Works Projects from the Depression era. One of the projects was building this gorgeous pool with the high hanger-like ceiling, green tiles on the pool walls, and magical fairy-tale lighting. And best of all, it was indoors.

So, PP pined for this pool, but thought, hell, I’ll never make it to Hayward of all places. Who goes to Hayward to swim when there are so many pools right here in Oakland?

Yet, the pool had been filed away in the back of her mind. So on their Beach Adventure day in Pacifica, she and DHBF took advantage of the once a year 80 degree weather, where she longed to jump into the surf but instead was sitting there under the …

The Hayward Plunge

You won't believe it! Pool Host with Lane Reservation list. Under pool changing room dungeon. Finding it. Swimming in it.

There's a story, but PP is way too tired to write it now.

More when her energy resurfaces. (She's very underwater with no water in sight!)

Swimming Sheep

It’s a theme! Sheep!

First the adorable sheep in Point Reyes, and now....

Last night at the Y, a tattooed swimmer climbed into PP’s lane at the end of her swim and was waiting for her at the wall to ask if she could share the lane (Communication! PP already likes her!).

Tired and cold (the pool was freezing, but that rant has been done ad nauseum!), PP was happy to give over the lane to Tattoo Woman, but not before stopping and exclaiming over her tattoos on the inside of each arm. Initially, PP only spied one, “IS that a Sheep on your arm?”

Grinning, Sheep Tattoo Woman nodded, “Yup. That’s the Good sheep.” Then lifted her other arm, “and this is the BAD sheep.”

PP stared in delighted amazement. Good Sheep. Bad Sheep.

Which is PP?

Definitely a Bad Sheep. Or is that a Black Sheep? Are they the same?
Was the Bad Sheep tattoo black?
No, PP can’t see that it is; only that it had little Sheep Devil Horns.

PP needs some of these herself.

For when a wayward swimmer crosses over onto her side of …

Inverness Trip

The little cabin in the woods! Ah, to be away from the noise and bustle of the City. Even without a pool handy, (Though as you'll see, PP did visit the Marin YMCA a couple of times)PP did NOT want to leave! Much napping, reading, eating, reading, napping. Oh, and bad movies! PP highly recommends Jennifer Love Hewitt (as you all know, one of her favorites) in "Heartbreakers". She and Sigourney Weaver play mother/daughter con artists to snare rich bachelors. JLH is excellent in her spike heels and short skirts at doing her end of the con. So to speak.

Majestic North Beach (or was it South Beach? PP is horribly dyslexic when it comes to directions!) No swimming here. Unless of course, you're a whale. Which PP is NOT!

Oh the little elk at limatour. Too cute for words! Can you spy them?

Limatour Beach definitely called for ear muffs! (But in spite of the blustery wind, the walk was lovely along the shore. What a stretch of beach!) PP misses swimming in the sea so. Yet non…

Fantasy Pool

Can someone please start a collection to send PP to the Sanatorium at Yalta? (It sounds scary, but this fantasy pool is there!)

PP's dream is to swim in this greeny emerald pool. She would never leave!

Alas, it is probably just a fantasy, but oh....what exquisite torture it is to sit and stare at this pool on the computer screen and pine away for its watery embrace!

S-P-L-A-S-H Week at the Marin Y

She was just a little too perky for PP’s tastes. What with her cool little black rimmed glasses, dark bob, and lithe form.

Of course, Dashingly Handsome Boyfriend was enjoying the show as Perky Miss hopped on and off chairs, pasting big sparkly blue letters on the viewing glass partition overlooking the pool of the Marin YMCA.


“Splaaaz?” PP asked as she plopped down next to DHBF.

“No, silly, it’s Splash. For Splash week,” she admonished, wrinkling her pert nose and shaking her head. Some people!

Grinning, PP glanced over at DHBF before continuing her interrogation. “What’s Splash Week?”
”The letters stand for:
S wim
P lay
L earn
A ss (okay, PP made this one up)
S ink (and that one too)
H elp “(With the previous two letters they were gonna need this last one.)

“That’s cool,” PP nodded. “I never woulda figured that out.”
“Me neither,” Pert One admitted. “I found it on the Internet.”
“Ah.” Of course, any and all information whether it’s important or not can be found on the Internet.

Pert …