Welcome to Sink or Swim! This is dedicated to family, friends, former colleagues and especially all competitive swimmers, past and present. My objective is to share my experiences and observations, and not to bore you non-swimmers too much with some of the swimming jargon used from time to time. So scroll down and read below! Thank you for stopping by.
We are seasoned travelers. You name it, we’ve gone there – and in most ways possible. Over the years, one develops a certain travel etiquette which becomes habitual, especially when flying.
Sadly, not everyone knows travel etiquette, so we feel it is necessary to share some tips and tricks before, during and after travel! Never mind the Covid situation, these ideas have applied long before, and will remain after – and hopefully forever.
Prepare, prepare, then prepare. You just never know if and when you’ll be delayed, or at the very worst, stuck at a bad airport. You know the ones…old bathrooms, gross, ripped up, wavy seats, and vending machines which line the aisles rather than actual restaurants. The so-called “restaurants” that are there serve only overpriced junk food. Remember to bring eye drops, a phone charger, earphones, gum, hand wipes, heathy snacks, and a perhaps a book you planned to read someday, but just haven’t had the time.
When journeying through the never-enjoyable TSA security area, once again, be prepared. Take your stuff out of your pockets, put them where they belong, shoes off (unless you are TSA Pre-Check! Whoo-hoo!) and move along! Most of us know this and want to get past the friendly TSA people, so we can grab a coffee on the way to the gate.
Obey the rules of the road. In this country, we stay to the right, which leads me to believe there are many, many international travelers who apparently stay to the left – or take their “half” out of the middle in the terminal.
On that note – Do not, do not, stand still in the middle of a busy corridor at the airport! I’ve seen people literally trip and fall over while someone is at a standstill, staring down at his or her phone, oblivious to the world.
This is related to the previous tip, but look ahead when you are the one walking – kindly donot stare down at your phone while walking, or you’ll bump into someone who is already freaked out by Covid, other people, or just flying.
Respecting “P & Q” – no one really cares about your cell phone conversation, so turn the darn phone speaker to “off” and go someplace else to talk. This includes at the airport bars and restaurants, which was the original inspiration for this list. And…like in elementary school, inside voices, please!
Getting on the plane. We will all get on board, just be patient. But again, have your boarding pass ready, get moving, and don’t try to shove your oversized carry-on into an overhead compartment that’s the size of a tuna can.
If it’s a short flight and you’re in a plane where the leg room is likely minimal, for goodness sake, please don’t lean your seat back! The guy or gal behind you is making the best with his or her teeny-tiny personal space, so tilting back is just, well, rather rude. Longer flights, sure, as there is likely more room, but don’t lean so far back that you are practically in their lap, breathing in their air. Yuck.
If there are young children nearby, have that book, headset or earbuds at the ready. If youthink little Johnny or Emily will not cry, whine, scream or kick your seat, they will. Period. If they happen to be your kids or grandchildren, well, good luck and Godspeed. Bring a ton of snacks for them, and plenty of Dramamine.
When you are at the baggage carousel, get your bag and please move out of the way quickly – so the very anxious person standing next to you can get their luggage – and not breathe down your neck.
If you’ve come this far, thanks for reading these tips – but you really allowed this weary traveler the forum to vent! If you have any other tips, please share. Safe travels to all of you in the future – and let’s hope those around you have the same common courtesy in the skies.
The word is difficult to pronounce, and if you’ve experienced it – you know that it’s so darn annoying. The ongoing hissing and ringing in the head is indescribable. It takes no days off, and seems to trump all other day to day sounds – like the television, the washing machine, or the running car. And it’s every, blasted day.
In this year like no other, it’s become the sour, bitter icing on my cake.
Somehow, some way, it entered my life over the summer and has not left. Tinnitus pays a daily visit in the calm of the morning and escalates in the silence of the night.
Did I mention it’s every day?
A recent audiology test revealed that my hearing is actually OK, but surprisingly, Tinnitus emulates from the brain and not from the inner ear. It could’ve been caused by simply aging. As a proud End-of-the-Baby-Boom Member, it could’ve been brought on by repeated loud noise, like music. Not that I attended a lot of rock concerts, but I was known to crank up the car radio with my friends years ago.
Another cause? Stress, according to the audiology expert. So NOT surprisingly, there has been an uptick in Tinnitus cases in recent months, likely caused by this thing we all know as The 2020 Covid-19 Freight Train of Despair.
What’s the cure? According to the American Tinnitus Association, there is no scientifically proven cure for most cases. Yet, there are some tips and “tricks” to fool the brain into thinking there are more important sounds going on.
Sound therapy – Zen music, white noise and other sounds – like ocean waves crashing – are recommended positive signals to the brain, along with general stress reduction. The only real break I seem to get from Tinnitus is from swimming, as it provides both as a great distraction and as a stress reliever. When one is distracted, it’s not noticed. In the water, there’s that ear-up-to-the-seashell sound from the constant turning of my head while wearing a cap.
It helps, but it’s still there.
Here is hoping that with the start of 2021, the long-awaited Coronavirus vaccine will be headed our way soon and with that, a path toward normalcy. Perhaps if that happens, my tinnitus will eventually be a blip on the radar, just like this terrible year we’ve all experienced.
Have you ever been told you have a knack for changing song lyrics into something that’s a little offbeat from the original song? This self-proclaimed trait might have been an inheritance from my very gifted mother, Jackie. She first created her own version of Paul Simon’s “50 Ways To Leave Your Lover,” converting it to “50 Ways to Lose Your Blubber” – a tribute to some college girls that she knew who were in danger of gaining the “Freshman Fifteen.” Later in life, I’d listen and laugh out loud to my talented co-worker from the TV news days, Bob Kirk. During the night news shift at WTVH, Bob would hum a few bars now and then, and sing lyrics like, “Then I saw her face…yeah, she’s a Retriever!”
With that in mind, but with not with as much Beatlemania or numerology, do you all remember the song “2 Doors Down” – Dolly Parton’s rather corny country song from 1977?
Even if you don’t want to admit it, you absolutely DO recall the chorus.
While swimming one morning in Lane 3, new lyrics popped into my head as I saw another female trying to swim her best freestyle in Lane 5. So, here it goes…and dedicated to my new and “inspirational” friend, Kelly. And – if you’re about to head to the pool or open water, sing along if you wish…
2 Lanes down and pullin’ and kickin’ – I’m having my own swim meet!
2 Lanes Down – she’s not aware that I’m around
And here I am swimming my heart out feeling great
But she’s using fins just 2 Lanes Down
I think I’ll wet my goggles and get myself together
I think I’ll freestyle down the lane and take a look to the right
‘Cause I can’t allow myself to be beat by this chick
As I’m having my own lil’ swim meet just 2 lanes down
2 Lanes Down I’m flippin’ then turnin’ – I’m catching her quickly
2 Lanes Down – she’s still using those darn fins
But I’m turning it over every stroke of the way
And I’m gonna kick her ass 2 Lanes down
I think I’ll touch the wall and check out my time
Then I’ll take a breath and see where she is
Since I still can’t allow myself to let her win
‘Cause this is MY swim meet just 2 lanes down
Trust me, when you swim, and especially swim long distances, you have a lot of time to think – and create! Part Two the next time we meet………….
I’m back! Not necessarily better than ever, but I’m out of the hole I felt like I was in, and am pushing forward. All is good. So…what better way to re-start than take a swim in my other home pool (my real home pool is closed until next May)? Good for the spirit and the body.
It wasn’t too long ago when I made that initial call to reserve my lane at the “Y.”
This new normal of swims came with strict rules, of course, starting with those questions – like – “have you traveled outside of the United States in the past 14 days?”
Then came the temperature check and the wait in the hallway until the group is allowed in. Just like cattle, you are herded into the pool area where you place your “stuff” on a chair that is a safe distance from the others. But if you picked the Lane 3 Chair, you swim in Lane 3, and so on.
At exactly 45 minutes after the hour, in you go! This leaves very little time for stretching and “getting used to the water” – probably my biggest quirk since college. Ugh, the water gets colder and colder as I get older and older. However, now that my son gave me an Apple Watch, it helps me get my fanny in and get going. It’s also a game-changer. This amazing device knows what strokes I swim and the exact distance. It takes my heart rate too – so I know when I’m huffing and puffing too much.
There is also no socializing. As much as I miss chatting with a few of the regulars, I totally get it. Time is of the essence as people just want to get in, squeeze in their swim, and get out before the lifeguard sternly looks down in your lane and tells you it’s time to get out – so they can “sanitize.” Sanitize? Pool water is beyond clean, so the focus is on the pool deck, chairs and locker rooms. They spray with disinfectant, using the Ghostbusters-type backpack. Remember that? It must be so Slimer doesn’t show up anywhere.
If nothing else, this no-nonsense approach of swimming is a good way to start getting back into shape. I had been hanging onto the fitness bandwagon this spring and summer, mainly walking, then walking, and then some walking. Yawn. Golf league came and went for the season, and although it was not played with much finesse and expertise, it helped with the long depletion of social interaction.
As for the pool, I must admit, having my own lane is pure Heaven. No one to share it with means no bumping hands or arms, no waves, and no “hugging the lanes” if the other swimmer decides to swim his or her half in the middle of the lane. Not my idea of a good time.
Let’s just be thankful that pools and gyms are starting to open, and we seem to be returning to some sense of normalcy in a year that most of us would prefer to forget. Forever.
If lap swimming is now allowed in this part of the world, then tolerating the small things in life is O.K….and that includes putting up with the snarky lifeguard, who I may rename Dr. Peter Venkman just for fun.
I guess this no-nonsense attitude can be kind of, well, amusing…
Dan Akroyd, Bill Murray and Harold Ramis in “Ghostbusters” (1984)
BZZZT!!! (Now a long tone sound…) We interrupt this normally cheerful Blog for a temporary change in mood…
In the past 3 days there has been quite a “shift” in the most used emojis on my phone from texting friends and family. The top emoji had been the “LOL” – with the smiley-faced hard laugh, the closed eyes with tears of joy coming out of each side. Last year, a survey showed that was the most used emoji by the public, both young and old.
With COVID-19 in the picture for way too many months now, on my “Frequently Used” section of the Top 30 emojis on my phone, there are now various crying faces with teardrops flowing, the pray symbol, numerous hearts in colors, and a broken heart. They have replaced the clinking beers, the birthday cake, the girl swimmer, and also the dancing girl (I use that one in conjunction with the clinking beers). How come the sudden shift?
On Monday, a friend posted on Facebook that her daughter lost her struggle with an aggressive form of leukemia, leaving a husband and young child.
Many, many Crying face emojis.
And on Wednesday, I read in the local news that a 24 year-old made a tragic decision when he jumped off a cliff while swimming with friends, and never resurfaced. Turns out, he grew up right down the street and attended school with my kids. His mom and I have been in the same Book Club for years. She, her husband and this boy’s younger brother are without question the nicest, kindest people on the planet. Just a few weeks later, one of my daughter’s longtime classmates chose to end his life.
An infinite number of Crying faces, Praying Hands and lots of Heart emojis.
No words can help, and no actions can heal the big hole in these families’ hearts and make some sense of these sad deaths of three young people.
This is being written for them, yet writing about it really doesn’t make me feel any better, either.
Broken Heart emojis everywhere.
This Changing of the Emoji Guard will hopefully shift back to its happier and more positive list as time goes on, but right now, it’s a tough period in this corner of the world.
We now return to our regularly scheduled Blog, and hope that brighter, happier days lie ahead for everyone.
We’ve said goodbye to our dog Puck. He was an English Black Labrador Retriever and lived a very, very long life. At 15 1/2 eventful years, he was off the age charts for his breed.
He was a unique guy, as most labs seem to be.
He was surrounded by Golden Retrievers his entire life. He was kind of like a Golden Retriever sandwich – with 2 layers of Golden on the top, and 2 on the bottom, he was the “filling.” First, he was “the baby” of the pack, pestering our elder Golden Corky and then his nephew, Bailey. Puck and Bailey formed quite the relationship. Like peas and carrots?
Not really – they were more like Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid.
The pair collaborated and ran off together when Puck was a mere 9 months old, probably one of the most traumatic days of our lives. Happily, and after lots of praying and several hours of searching, we found both of them. Temporary tie outs, a try at invisible fencing and finally, a large fenced-in backyard deterred Puck and Bailey from their encounters with all that nature had to offer.
Since he was a classic “water dog,” we thought he could swim. He hated it, even though his webbed feet could’ve easily taken him across our pool and back.
Since labs are known to love just about everything, so Puck, in his unique fashion, also disliked getting into the car, and the impending ride. Our vet office was only a 3-minute drive into the village, yet you would’ve thought he was being somehow traumatized in the back seat. No barking, but he’d utter a distinctive whine with some occasional grunts. He didn’t like stairs either, and one evening it took 3 of us to get his then-100-pound mass back upstairs when he refused to come back up from the basement. He remained on level ground since that day, but left us hysterical at how ridiculous the scene was.
When Bailey passed, Puck was the “lone dog” for a little while, and would do whatever he could to gain attention. One spring day, when the lawn sprinkler workers came to “start things up,” Puck walked up to one of the workers who was bent down to replace a sprinkler head, and promptly removed the red bandana he wore on his head. We’ve never seen a bunch of grown men rolling on the lawn and crying from laughter while watching the bandana-less worker chase our naughty guy throughout the yard.
He constantly sniffed everything, and would raise his head over the tiniest noise, then would transition into a straight point with that thick tail. He tolerated our daughter’s cat when most of our Goldens would not. His coat was of 2 extremes – his waterdog fur resembled quills, yet his ears were as soft as his puppy coat, and still felt just like velvet in his older years.
Along came “the puppies,” siblings Pumpkin and Bear, two more Golden Retrievers which automatically gave Puck that title of Dog Patriarch, The Alpha. He enjoyed their company, especially with Bear. Bear is the male and self-proclaimed Lover of Everything and Everyone On The Planet. Pumpkin simply wants her tennis ball to chase – and occasionally chew to smitherines. She helped keep him young, as his curiosity would prevail over his weakening legs.
With Bear off to college with his “father,” who is our son Sean, Puck developed an interest in Pumpkin, trying to follow her on her zigzag route in their big play pen. For a few years, they were quite the trio.
(L-R Pumpkin, Bear and Puck)
Now Puck has crossed the Rainbow Bridge, he is likely playing with his bestie Bailey and “Uncle Corky.” He will be missed very much, yet we know there will be that time when we will see them…all running free together.
While visiting Costco and the park the other day, I looked at all the eyes behind the masks. Some of the eyes were expressionless, other eyes appeared determined to get more toilet paper, and a few seemed just O.K.
But behind every mask, there is very likely – a case of The Wuzzes.
That sounds kind of Dr. Seuss-ish, but it classifies most of us…here are just a few samples of what the Wuzzes might be saying:
“I was just about to land this huge new account, but they had to temporarily close.”
“I was supposed to go my Senior Ball last week.”
“I was headed to visit my elderly mother in Florida, but can’t.”
“His collegiate ___________ (name the sport) team was going all the way to the championships, but they were cancelled.”
“My building project was put on hold, so there goes some future income.”
“My daughter was supposed to get married next month, but they postponed everything.”
Everyone has an “I was…” tale or two…or likely thirty or them! They are mostly sad events, stories or moments, which cannot be rescheduled or replaced. My own “Wuz” consisted of not seeing our son graduate from college in early May, nor swimming in a US Masters meet – last weekend. Those were 2 events I’ve been looking forward to for ages. What a Bummer for all of us Wuzzes.
Now that COVID-19 appears to be at its plateau (at this writing), it’s time to bid “Adieu” and “See you later” to the Wuzzes!
It is time to evolve into a Willbee. Yes, I know… now it’s sounding more like the “Who Moved My Cheese” author, but it IS pretty simplistic…and maybe you’ll get the point here.
Ask yourself – What I WILL BE doing in the future!! There are still many unknowns, but shouldn’t we at least do some verbal planning? Talk about that trip you WILL BE taking with your spouse or significant other. Pick up the phone and reach out to your customer, and tell them “I WILL BE seeing you soon.” Prepare yourself to say “I WILL BE attending that game, match, or meet. Do that Zoom Meeting with family members you’d plan to see a couple of months ago (down South-or someplace really nice) and inform them you WILL BE paying an extended visit – when this crazy, mixed-up, surreal time in our lives is past us. Time for some optimism, it’s sorely needed right now.
COVID-19 has everyone on edge. All of us have been trying to come to grips with this silent, invisible monster. Pretty obvious.
It isn’t easy. And it’s just so odd.
Sheltering in place, homeschooling our kids, risking what seems like life and limb to pick up groceries at already-busy supermarkets like Wegmans (a recent visit there freaked me out, and I won’t be returning any time soon), and living in paranoia is taking its toll on us.
So, finding bright spots in this dark time are seldom, but they’re out there. Take your neighborhood for example:
Young moms and dads playing street hockey in the driveway with their elementary school age kids…who they likely spent time teaching them ABCs earlier that day.
Many people are walking their dogs. Good for them, good for their dog.
Or my favorite – the teenage brother and sister playing a game of “HORSE” under the hoop – and getting along?!
This time reminds me of a throwback to the late 1960s, when Sundays were really a day off. Except for church and a quick trip to the drugstore before it closed, on Sundays, we were home. While at the drugstore, my mother faithfully picked up the New York Times for my father and would treat us to a Milky Way bar. Then – everything closed, and wouldn’t re-open until Monday morning.
I think our parents and grandparents were grateful for that time.
I’m just grateful. Period.
Case in point – When making a prescription delivery to my mother-in-law, I saw a large hand-built sign on the front lawn of a nearby house:
“Thank you Healthcare Workers”
There are so, so many other “thank yous” that need to go to a new, special class of workers who’ve joined the brave doctors, nurses, attendants and researchers on The Coronavirus War Front Line. Gas station attendants, postal workers, grocery and convenience store clerks, child care workers, pharmacists, trash collectors, restaurant owners, and all the delivery people who transport our produce, our meds, and yes, our toilet paper – all need to be lauded. It’s so nice to hear people thanking them for simply working, but what important jobs they have right now. They truly are warriors.
To the manufacturers who’ve changed equipment over to produce masks, gowns, plastic shields, and “PPEs” (I had to throw that in, as our world abbreviates now) to distribute to hospitals and other first responders:
That’s another throwback…to the 1940s wartime production. Factories were in high gear producing all kinds of equipment, but we are certainly waging a much different war.
Financially, it’s going to be (and already is) a struggle for so many of us. We are saving some money here and there by not driving, paying tolls, airfares, and not shopping for extravagant items or raiding Marshall’s for bargains. We are cooking at home and have resurrected the family dinner, a virtually lost institution. We are communicating more than ever – and NOT texting, but talking, face-to-face, via Zoom, Facebook, Facetime, or just the good old fashioned landline. That’s good stuff.
We will get through this, surreal as it is. Just remember some of the positive experiences you may have encountered during this strange path we are all taking. It will make us all stronger in the long run 🙂