Things Going Swimmingly — and NOT

Morning spent inside a barrel
With commands of, ’Do not move!’
Clad in rather scant apparel
The occasion to improve,
Has but little to commend it
I can bring into my mind,
And I rather would forefend it
Even though I need to find
What may lurk in my internals
Seeking mischief there to do,
And to clobber such infernals
‘Fore they start to start a zoo!

That was yesterday, but now bring
News delivered, not too bright;
Word ‘malignant’: that allowing
Somewhat of a state of fright!
In one kidney and in backbone
Lurk indeed what didn’t ought;
Things, before they can attack one,
Must with radio be caught;
So, for ten days, I’ll have streaming
Lots of lovely little rays —
I’ll set Geiger Counters screaming
While I’m going through this phase! 

When not lying in cramped machines or listening to gloomy news, I was able to enjoy watching granddaughter R in two galas. Yesterday she swam in the Top Eight Gala at school; while her results were not as good as in past years of glory, at least they were creditable. She was, one must recall, getting over a tear in an ankle ligament.

This afternoon she was in an Invitational Gala at Durban Girls’ College against them, St Mary’s, and Maris Stella. All races were relays, and she swam in the 50m Butterfly, Backstroke, Breaststroke, Freestyle, Medley (breaststroke), and Freestyle Ladder Relay in her age group, and went well.

R in green cap 2nd lane away.

 

 

In close pursuit.

Race in progress at Durban Girls’ College.

I was even able to backwash the pool when I got home.

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