One of the joys of hot days is getting into a swimming pool. I still recall with great pleasure swimming at the Jack Tar pool in Galveston, Texas, where getting into the water was not a type of torture. The air was hot and the water felt cool, even though the water temperature was probably 85 degrees. It was wonderful.
This morning, Ken and I went into the swimming pool at our condo. It was perfect. Only one person was present and she was sleeping in a lounge chair so we had the pool to ourselves. The day was hot, 94 degrees, but the water felt cool so we did our exercises and enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. It was a reminder of the pleasures of living in a hot climate.
In the winter in the north, you go outdoors to get in your car to drive or to go out to play winter sports, such as skiing or skating. The rest of the time you stay indoors in the warmth. I soon learned, when we moved to Galveston in 1964, that it was the same in the south but in the summer, when you stayed indoors in air-conditioning unless you were playing in the swimming pool or driving in the air-conditioned car. The difference is the wonderful swimming water. It all came back to me today!!
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