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Quite a kick

Either I am the world's slowest swimmer, or the girl in lane next to me at the pool today has some kind of kick. She was actually kicking, with a kickboard, using only her legs, and propelling herself faster than I was swimming with all of my appendages combined. I am slow, that's for sure; probably the slowest swimmer in the world. Still, that was some kick. As it so happens, she is a triathlete, training for her next race. She hopes to compete in the Ironman next year. She looked fit and buff and was also very nice. OK, so people watching doesn't always make one feel better about one's physique. Looking around though, there were still a few people splashing about today who were chubbier than me.
The weather was warm and nice today. It's raining again tonight. That's just fine by me. It can rain every night for all I care. Just give me a little bit of sun sometime during the day. The weather man was reporting today's conditions as exceptionally hot with highs in Honolulu of 86 degrees. I think Hilo hit 82. It was warm, for sure, and the humidity makes it feel a little warmer, but it was really very pleasant.
Sitting in the office with me right now are Crawford, Hoppsy, Abner, Lucy and Mr. Sox. Mr. Sox is feeling a little overwhelmed and outnumbered, but he's hanging pretty peacefully. Doc is out on the lanai where it's a little cooler. He's been surprisingly quiet for about an hour now. Lucy is staring at the screen, watching the cursor go across.
It was a nice, lazy day. I picked up more produce at the Farmers' Market, some dog food at a local pet store and a paper at Hirano Store. We took our daily walk and hung out in the yard the rest of the day. Tomorrow, weather permitting, I'll be back in the tractor saddle. Aloha!

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