It's Over

Well, the best I can say is, "It's over."
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For years, I've looked at the "Cathy" cartoons as Cathy experiences the annual trauma of buying a bathing suit. "How bad could it be?" I wondered.
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It could be bad.
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It has been a good many years since I've gone swimming. Since the kids grew up and left home, we stopped renewing our membership at the township pool. When we go to Cape May, neither of us is crazy about sitting on the beach for prolonged periods -- we'd much rather walk down the water's edge, collecting shells, early in the morning or late in the afternoon, and enjoy the ocean that way. And when we go to Chautauqua, we're so busy with other activities that we never have time to swim in the lake. So I've not needed a swimsuit.
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Until now. Our upcoming trip to Greece (three weeks and counting!) involves stops at several of the islands where snorkeling and other water activities will be something not to miss out on. And so it would seem that bathing attire will be needed.
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I went yesterday. And all at once I have a new appreciation for and understanding of Cathy. I found one. I bought it. And it's OVER. Now all I have to do is buy a cover-up for it!