I'm a winner. ;)

I nearly finished the crossword today, a Wednesday gem--couldn't answer three--and still felt like a friggin' champ. Simple pleasures. Then, I went to the Brisbane lido for lap swim. Afterwards, I had a quick chat with the 22-year-old lifeguard on duty about swimmer's physique and how she was never keen to obtain one as she doesn't like the look of a triangular upper-body. I said I wouldn't mind at least building a bit more upper-body strength, but that as a fifty-year-old* woman I feel pretty good about how I look save for the nearly inevitable cellulite cluster on the back of the legs. Her response: YOU'RE FIFTY?!? I was both chuffed and embarrassed at the outburst. I wondered if the only people she knew in my age range seemed very much older than I do and that's what caused her reaction. I mean, I don't really care. I felt complimented. 

Stanford Women's Swim Team looking very fit.

Speaking of the Brisbane pool, it had been closed for two weeks for maintenance and just re-opened this week. We came back to renovated shower stalls and a new stain on the old, wooden benches in the ladies' change room. I saw one of the pool cats today looking, I thought, a little thinner than usual and asked who had fed the kitties during the pool closure. I was told that some staff were onsite during the maintenance period, so the kitties had had enough kibble. That's good as I couldn't really see them slinking down to the post office trying to mooch for grub.

*I'm actually forty-nine and three quarters. Close enough!