The stifling heat wave hasn’t been kind to anyone, but the impossible outdoor exercise conditions have sent me back to the pool, so there’s that. Lately I’ve been rising around 6, biking to my city park, which opens for lap swimming at 6:30, doing a half-hour of back-and-forth and then riding home. It all takes a little over an hour, and when I pull into the garage around 7:45 a.m., I have the pleasure of knowing I’m done for the day. It makes sitting in a chair for the next six to eight hours more tolerable.
Today was even better. The pool was set up with 50-yard lanes, a rare treat apparently done for the benefit of the swim team, which comes in later in the morning. You have to be a regular lap swimmer to appreciate a 50-yard pool — it’s the distance where you can really establish a rhythm, stretch out and relax and not have to always be thinking of the wall coming up ahead. Fifty-yard lengths make you feel like an Olympian, even if you’re just plowing along with your usual bad form, lumpy old you.
When I got out, I overheard the lifeguard while I was drying off, talking on his phone. “A body in the river?” he said. “Huh.”
“Huh” is the new “far out.” I miss “far out.”
I forgot about it until my lunchtime news fly-by, and whaddaya know: Two bodies — in pieces — were pulled from the Detroit River this morning, along with a circular saw. The man who called it in had this to say:
“It was not a pleasant way to start the day.”
Thank you, alert citizen! What’s more, this wasn’t even the biggest news of the day. Two dismembered corpses were trumped by a major break in a decades-old series of child murders, the heat wave and a middling-to-serious scandal in the state legislature. I tell you, it’s like living in south Florida in the ’80s.
But as miserable as this heat has been, I’m enjoying summer. Last night’s dinner: Shrimp tossed in a peppery-butter sauce with cilantro, corn on the cob, the last of the weekend’s blueberry pie. Not bad, even if it was a day when I only went outside twice, and then not for long.
If you didn’t catch Jon Stewart’s return from vacation this week, you missed a particularly good one.
I can’t stand Spike Lee, but this is a pretty good interview with him.
Are women worse at parking than men? No. Ask my husband.
Good lord, I’m beat. Have a good Wednesday, all.