Now this is big news....we've actually gone in the pool TWICE this week. I know, huh?
Wait, what do you mean, 'so what'? This is huge for us. We live literally 50 paces from the pool, and I cannot remember the last time we went for a dip. And I do mean I can't remember what year it was. But this was really great. I even swam a lap. (I'm never sure if a 'lap' is all the way to the end and back again, or just one way. If it's just one way, then I did two laps.) We were inspired to go in the pool because there are so few people around our condo complex now that it's off-season. Usually the pool is teeming with other people, often including their offspring and grandchildren. This is a turn-off to us. We have an aversion to water wings and pool noodles. But summertime is different. Our little community shrinks to a handful of year-round residents and the place is all ours. Not that this has made much difference in our pool activity, or lack thereof, in the past few years. We're just not pool people. We are also not beach people. In fact, you should have seen us searching for bathing suits and beach towels once we decided to take the plunge (so to speak). "Hey Honey, would you look in my bottom drawer and see if I have a pair of swim trunks in there?" Now, you may ask why my husband had to ask me to look in his bottom drawer. Well, I don't think I'm betraying a confidence if I tell you that by his own admission, he doesn't bend very well anymore. Bottom drawers are largely relegated to stuff he doesn't really use much. This would of course include swim trunks. In fact, the last time he wore them, he could probably still bend. Anyway....the ones he remembered from around 2001 were not there. But we found a reasonable facsimile.
I, on the other hand, knew exactly where my two bathing suits (circa 1994) were stored. I found them toot sweet and after trying one of them on, quickly discovered that in 1994 I must have been considerably braver about revealing my body. And my body must have been considerably more worthy of revealing. (Duh! Do the math.) So the skimpier of the two suits went directly into the Goodwill bag. (Don't worry. It's still like new.) The other one is also a two-piece but the bottom half is more like a pair of shorts than a fabric swatch, so this was acceptable. Husband found his one-and-only beach towel, which is a Budweiser promotional item we got from a restaurant where we used to work, and features a full size rendering of a voluptuous female in a bikini down the full length of the towel. With the word 'Budweiser' emblazened across the top. I dug around the linen closet and found an over-sized bath towel that would suffice. It is pink.
So now we step out into the 90 degree heat, ready to approach the pool area. We didn't require any special equipment. I brought my watch so we could keep track of the time. That's about it. We spread our towels on a couple of lounge chairs, noting how grateful we were no one was there to get a gander at the Budweiser beauty, and stepped into the pool, anticipating that bracing sensation of cool relief.
Bath water, that's what it was like. It was hard to say which was warmer, the air or the water. But no matter, We were IN THE POOL! Hey, look at us! We're IN THE POOL. Splash splash, swim swim, bobbing up and down now. Okay, that's enough.
Now, to the lounge chairs! Hey, look at us, we're SUNBATHING! Vitamin D shines down on us and courses through our veins! This is GREAT!
Flash forward ten minutes. "Hey Honey, how long have we been out here?"
So we got wet, got our ten minutes of unadulterated Vitamin D, and decided that was enough.
But it was SO MUCH FUN we did it again two days later. In fact, Husband went out and bought a new pair of swim trunks so we can do this ALL THE TIME. Yea!
At this rate, I might even have a tan by September.
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