My Own Risk

Early AM Barton Springs swim report, 2/24

I swam this morning, fast as I could, because I needed to take my kid to the doctor & then rush off to a meeting. Another meeting! More meetings lately than you can shake a stick at, though I would like to start shaking sticks at some of these meetings. “Welcome, everybody—wait, what’s McCracken doing? Is she shaking a stick?” Maybe Zoom can add to its reactions a mildly threatening gesture. Nothing too bad. A little cartoon stifled yawn. An emoji with a finger up its nose.

On my way out, I took this picture. The pool will be closed for a couple of weeks. I will start swimming not at my own risk, but under the watchful eyes of lifeguards at various other outside swimming pools. Lifeguards is one of those words that’s odd when you look at it, quite beautiful and literal.

I like My Own Risk, though. I’ll miss it.