Gonna geek out and say I cannot WAIT for a McCracken craft book 🫶🏽 The Giant’s House is more famous than the Bible in this home (where one of the kids once pronounced it “bibble”). Hope your forays into tireless social media are as fun as this swim report! 🪿
You might know this already, but just in case not…During ACL fest, if you drive to the south entrance using Bluebonnet Street, you will come across some coppers standing at a barricade. If you tell them you are going for a swim at the springs, they will move the barricade for you like you’re the Queen of England and allow you to pass. Then you head on over to the pool. I confirmed the other day with an attendant that this still works. It’s possible many people know this now, but back when I used to do it pre-lockdown, I’d arrive to mostly have the entire place to myself—you can hear the 50,000 music fans just over there, and yet the pool is an uncrowded oasis. Pretty magical.
I did not know that raccoons could swim. So maybe what they're doing on my flat roof at night is not clog dancing, as I had supposed, but backstroking in the air conditioner runoff that pools up there after they detached the drainage pipe intended to shunt it to the gutter. Do they wear goggles? Hard to tell, I guess, in the dark.
I’m thinking our swims probably overlap, I’m a daily and have made a community with the people of the south side, even though I live on the north side. I drive to work afterwords and at AISD headquarters my truck is the one with towel and swimsuit hanging from the door that is my clothesline. A big reason I keep going all year is the extreme showoffiness I was born with. Saying yes to the people who ask me if I swim is pretty satisfying.
Thank you for these lovely posts and for your persistence in swimming and writing. I call what I have stubbornness, because that's what it feels like--my own defiant inner little girl. I'm looking forward to the new book, even though I don't write fiction.
Gonna geek out and say I cannot WAIT for a McCracken craft book 🫶🏽 The Giant’s House is more famous than the Bible in this home (where one of the kids once pronounced it “bibble”). Hope your forays into tireless social media are as fun as this swim report! 🪿
Same here!
You might know this already, but just in case not…During ACL fest, if you drive to the south entrance using Bluebonnet Street, you will come across some coppers standing at a barricade. If you tell them you are going for a swim at the springs, they will move the barricade for you like you’re the Queen of England and allow you to pass. Then you head on over to the pool. I confirmed the other day with an attendant that this still works. It’s possible many people know this now, but back when I used to do it pre-lockdown, I’d arrive to mostly have the entire place to myself—you can hear the 50,000 music fans just over there, and yet the pool is an uncrowded oasis. Pretty magical.
I'm glad you weren't discouraged away from morning swims. The raccoons would miss you. Good news about the new book!
I did not know that raccoons could swim. So maybe what they're doing on my flat roof at night is not clog dancing, as I had supposed, but backstroking in the air conditioner runoff that pools up there after they detached the drainage pipe intended to shunt it to the gutter. Do they wear goggles? Hard to tell, I guess, in the dark.
I’m thinking our swims probably overlap, I’m a daily and have made a community with the people of the south side, even though I live on the north side. I drive to work afterwords and at AISD headquarters my truck is the one with towel and swimsuit hanging from the door that is my clothesline. A big reason I keep going all year is the extreme showoffiness I was born with. Saying yes to the people who ask me if I swim is pretty satisfying.
Oh goodie! I can’t wait to get your fiction craft book.
Thank you for these lovely posts and for your persistence in swimming and writing. I call what I have stubbornness, because that's what it feels like--my own defiant inner little girl. I'm looking forward to the new book, even though I don't write fiction.
How excited I am about your forthcoming book, Elizabeth!