winter storm warning — snow, wind, cold
Got to the Y with RJP and Scott just as the big winter storm was beginning. Swam for an hour, which is the most I’ve done since open swim ended in August. Mostly, I felt strong. A little tired, a little sore. It was fun to share a lane with RJP. It makes me very happy that she’s swimming again.
10 Things I Noticed
- there was a lifeguard today
- the leisure pool was open with lots of happy kids, at least one screaming, not in anger but delight
- one woman next to me did some side lunges as she walked in her lane
- another woman did a strange butterfly stroke — was it butterfly? She was doing the arm motions but not much else, and barely that
- as usual, orange everywhere. I looked up and the only color I could see was the orange from the 2 signs on the pool deck
- the water seemed a little less cloudy, clearer
- some new things (or things I haven’t noticed before) on the pool floor: 2 white somethings — what were they?
- after one of the women left, another swimmer came, a man wearing a blue speedo
- my nose squeaked as my noseplug shifted, my googles leaked a few times
- noticed what a great job RJP does with her streamline off the walls
Before heading over to the y, as I was drinking my coffee, I read some more of Maggie Nelson’s Bluets. Here’s an excerpt that I was thinking about:
40. When I talk about color and hope, or color and despair, I am not taking about the red of a stoplight, a periwinkle line on the white felt oval of a pregnancy test, a black sail strung from a ship’s mast. I am trying to talk about what blue means, or what it means to me, apart from meaning.Bluets/ Maggie Nelson
I’m interested in how this distinction between meaning and what it means to me works in understandings of color. Also, what meaning means here. Not truth, or what color something actually is, but how it comes to mean something to us. How we’ve collectively decided that a stop sign is red, for example. Not sure if this makes sense, but I’m also thinking about the collective decision we’ve made to understand the line on a pregnancy test as blue and not green or gray or some other color that some of us might be seeing instead. With this last sentence, I’m thinking about more than my vision issues, but the idea that how we see color can be at least partly determined by how we’ve named it. See: Crayola-fication of the world