... ..the gradual ....September 16, 2007   The swimming-pool water cools with each passing day, the result of summer's exit and the coming of fall.  The water is chilly today, but I take the plunge in the vain hope that I'll enjoy the dip all the more for having seized the moment. I swim underwater, my eyes open, my hair streaming behind me.  I pretend I am Tarzan, the Tarzan who swam alone before Jane came along and taught him the meaning of sweet defeat.  And, speaking of Jane, she is out of town which makes playing Dr. Harry Clamm, Marine Gynecologist, unsatisfying, if not pointless. I tire of swimming underwater like Tarzan so I leap from the water onto a foam float.  I consider pretending to be a trained seal, but I am too much the clean-shaven maverick for that.  So I turn over onto my back, put my sunglasses on, and float.  Without thinking, I sing, softly, April Come She Will. previous..|..current..|..archives..|..3d quarter index..|..next

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