No, this has nothing to do with Popeye (although the Robins Williams Popeye movie was GREAT! I have it on DVD).
This is to explain why I like to talk (write) about the pool so much. Which, BTW, started out at 28 C (82.4 F) this morning and should be at least 33 C (91.4 F) this afternoon so that when a friend who invited herself over for a dip stops by for a swim and a home-cooked Dave Dinner (I'm such a sucker) it'll be nice and toasty.
Anyways... Why do I write about the warm water and the endless summer down here? Is it cus I'm a jerk and like to torment those of you who have to deal with that thingy called "winter"? No, not really...
How's about I give a list of the various temps and activities I put myself through while living in the arctic throughout five decades (yes, I count five cus Jan and Feb of 2000 were really really really cold).
I've swam in a pond while there was still ice in the middle of the pond, while only wearing shorts --on more that few occasions!.
I've windsurfed in the Gulf of Alaska.
I've ridden a bicycle through too many snowfields to count.
I've been in the Gulf of Alaska in a sailboat during a storm when the windspeed hit 100 knots (200 kph, 125 mph).
Coldest temp I've ever felt: -62 F
Coldest temp I've ever felt while being outside for over an hour: -58 F
Coldest windchill temp I've ever felt while being outside for over an hour: -95 F
Coldest temp I've ever felt when waking up in a tent: -35 F
I've sorted freight for 3 hours in the back of an unheated freight truck at -42 F
I've been stranded in the middle of nowhere for 3 hours cus it was so cold that the diesel fuel gelled up even after the additives were added.
I've had my eyelashes freeze together numerous times.
I've taken out the trash barefoot at -35 F --and I was SOBER!
I've camped out in the winter for a couple of weeks with nothing but a few malemutes and two stinky guys for company.
I've waded through freezing waist-deep glacial rivers too many times to count.
NOW DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHY I LOVE MY WARM, ROASTY-TOASTY POOL???
Hell, after seven years I'm STILL thawing out some bones...