Fat guy in a little pool.
I completely understand the need for these “play” pools but I can’t help but feel stupid spending three hours in ours. I have no illusions about the heat plus my family divided by the fact that they don’t know anyone here would equal me living next to the sun by myself. I’m a little freaked out by being inside when the sun is out but 108 is f’n hot. I have to watch my swearing as Katie has instituted a fine system and I think she has already paid for her first car. We have agreed that Daddy talking on the cell phone is exempt so that will save me from having to find extra work. OK back to my being one fourth the size of our pool. I can splash dive ala There's something about Mary and its pretty impressive if I do say so myself. I cleared Max’s baby pool but my back hurt for a week and the army man mark is still visible.
The flagstone that took so long is finally going through its crumbling stage so as soon as it slows down I will do my tuck pointing and sealing. In the mean time I have tried to rake my yard to get the correct Zen pattern in the rocks. I’m getting used to this state. I have also learned a new term with all of this fire reporting and that is “MOOM SCAPED”. This is what they call extreme desert fire damage and it basically means that the land is incapable of supporting life. So at least I have that as a final option.
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