I wonder. What the hell can we do?
A grabs her keys, her water bottle, follows me toward the sinks. I tell her about the fallout from Rec Swim. How now, since we're all crammed in the pool in the shortened hours, the families with their screaming kids come pouring into the women's locker rooms on the weekends. Kids yelling in the showers; teenagers sitting on sinks, blowdrying their filp flops, little boys scampering around the lockers, staring at the naked women. It's mayhem!
A shakes her head in sympathy, "I don't know, Carol. I don't know what we are going to do. They won't' do anything."
I nod. Think she's probably right, yet I still write letters. I still post blogs. I still talk to everyone.
We must resist, right? Or what is the point?
And....I thought this was bad?! Little did I know what was around the corner. The CoronaVirus. The Plague. The Boomer Remover.
The pools are not just reduced in hours---they are ALL entirely CLOSED! I'm on day 13 with no pool. No swim....
And no end in sight.
Hence, the Walking Journals.....