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All Was Going Swimmingly

All was going swimmingly. My partner in crime and I had sat down for dinner in a Mexican restaurant. We perused the long menu. An item caught my eye–the chicken tortilla soup. The description said that the vegetables were swimming in the chili lime tomato broth.

Would they be doing the back stroke? Side stroke? Crawl? Perhaps we could compare notes on our training. I swim laps two or more times/week. I swim at a pool. I’ve never swum in a bowl of soup.

I couldn’t wait to get the soup. It came in a square-ish bowl that was filled three quarters full. Though the vegetables invited me to join them in a bowl of soup, no one was swimming. The celery and onions stayed still. Perhaps they were treading water.


I am a rather obscure 14th C. poet, whose work has been translated into over thirty dialects of gibberish. I now spend my days translating from the gibberish into English and back again, as need be.

6 thoughts on “All Was Going Swimmingly

  1. Splish. splash, what a funny way to expect a swimming display in the soup bowl. I’m more likely to splash my glass of water or cup of tea on my table, leaving a high water mark.

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  2. What a fun-way to end the decade before starting a new one, Emsch the Mensch. I know we have “Polar Bear” swims but not a Veggie one 🙂 I’m really glad there aren’t any donut ones. . . .
    Happy New Year, my California Friend!

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