Pool Time

Pool Time is not measured by when Tom takes a quick dip in the cement pond. He is likely to do that in winter, albeit very briefly.

Since February, our transparent but bubbly solar blanket has covered the pool keeping heat in and evaporation down.

Pool Time is when the water is warm enough for Shari to swim a lap or two that pool time begins. That happened in early March.

Then we had another spell of rain. Good stuff for the environment, but a bit nippy for Pool Time.

A couple of weeks ago friends from Portland went for serious swims, doing the Australian crawl (do they still call it that?), when the water was hovering in the high seventies.

They say high seventies is a perfect temperature for serious swimming, but I am not a serious swimmer. I like lollygagging in the pool, and I hate getting my hair wet.

By this last weekend, the water was around eighty-seven. The weather is turning hot, a bit too hot for just entering into spring, but great for the cement pond.

The water is warm enough to hang around in the late afternoons and sip on a prickly pear margarita.

Yesterday Shari did some twenty laps.

We have entered Pool Time.