I’m going to start swimming tomorrow.
I know how to swim, just not very well. I could rescue a drowning puppy, for instance, but probably not a drowning human. Rescues aside, swimming seems like a fun and joint-friendly way to get exercise.
Intimidation factor: old ladies.
I tried swimming at the local YMCA a few years ago and lost heart. It’s embarrassing to be the person who tires after a half-dozen laps, especially under the bored but watchful eye of a teenage lifeguard. Far more embarrassing when there’s an octogenarian in the next lane zipping past me, lap after lap, like a motorized dolphin.
My challenge, then, is to swim often enough that I may share a pool with aquatic senior citizens. Which is to say, “Strong old ladies: I hope to earn your respect.”
One step forward, ten steps back. This life is fucked. Press on, I guess, or I’ll die somehow.
With the proposed U.S. budget threatening to end funding for the arts and public media, Mr. Rogers’ 1969 speech to the Senate is worth rewatching and remembering.
It’s a warm, reasoned, graceful speech. Please watch, and please share without hostility.
Important thought: whether or not government funding vanishes, the arts need support. Spread the word about music, books, performances, visual arts, and TV/movies that are meaningful to you. Artists rely on word of mouth.
They also rely on money, both to do their work in the first place and to earn a living along the way. I won’t go excessively anti-piracy here, but if you value art, pay for it. Buy your favorite record instead of only streaming it. Buy a painting by a local artist. Donate ten bucks to a street performer. Or just buy a creative person lunch sometime and say thanks.