NOT

Ok. So I'm not Mrs. Robinson after all it seems. I've decided against swimming in the kiddy pool. Or the kiddy pool lifeguard told me to get out and go back to the grownups' pool. I can barely swim so I spend minimal time in any pool. I have, however, decided to proceed with a radical haircut and color and change my wardrobe to go with it. All coinciding with what I am currently calling my "upcoming imprisonment" i.e. the move to the ex's basement. The next months will be an exercise in thinking positively. Keeping my eyes on the prize. Lots of reading and going to the gym.

I've read two books in the past few weeks. First, "Michael Tolliver Lives", by Armistad Maupin. A latter day Tales of the City follow up but stands alone well on its own. I identified strongly with Mr. Tolliver as he adjusts to life at middle age. Except, unlike me, he did get the prize from the kiddy pool. Just finished "Blame" by Michelle Huneven. Katie Crouch (a Southern writer who I enjoy) posted positively about this on her facebook page; it was sitting on the shelf at my branch so I picked it up. Alcoholic young woman runs over two Jehovah's Witnesses and goes to prison. Gets out and rebuilds her life. It was pretty good. That's about all I have to say about that. Now looking for the next good read. And waiting out this bug that has me down so I can get my ass back to the gym!