Bloggers note: I wrote this back in July and was trying to find the perfect picture for it, but then I just gave up, because it was taking too long and I’m a quitter. I wanted to post it when it was timely, but every time I’ve revisited it since then it’s felt like spring, which is pretty typical of summer in Michigan. So now, because I am also a procrastinator, I want to post it. More than a month later. Why? Because it was already written and I hate to see it go to waste. I am not wasteful. Oh, and we got a little pool, too. So this post is pretty much null and void, but I like it so I’m gonna post it. Enjoy
It’s hot as balls. I am roasting like a Thanksgiving turkey. Right now, it’s 95 degrees with a heat index of 107 degrees, and we haven’t even reached the hottest part of the day yet. Boo.
We’re in Michigan, for shit’s sake. WTF?
I want a pool. It doesn’t have to be a fancy-schmancy one like this
but it also can’t be one of those plastic kiddie ones with octopii and fish cartoons on them.
I want something in between, that myself, the gremlins and the Nerd (if he’s feeling brave) could swim in on days like today. I grew up with a pool in my yard, and I spent every day in the Summer swimming until I was pruny and exhausted.
My dad built a small deck for us to jump from and I would pretend I was an Olympic diver and do masterful stunts while diving into that pool. Sometimes, when my parents would allow it, we’d actually climb from the deck onto the garage that it was attached to, and take a flying leap into the pool from the roof. Today, I question the safety of such an incredibly stupid stunt. Not to mention, my mom and dads’ parenting skills (or lack, thereof), but no one ever got hurt doing it, so I suppose that makes it okay.
Because we had the pool, we’d always have the typical Summer holiday get-togethers at our house (Memorial Day, 4th of July, Gay Uncle David is Home from Saudi Arabia Day). The family would come over and we’d BBQ and swim our asses off, then we’d slather on the baby oil and tan up all nice as crispy like. Always safety first, at the Antal house.
I want our house to be like that. I want our families to want to come here because we have an awesome pool. I don’t care if they’re only using us for our chlorinated little slice of heaven, I just want them here. As long as they bring snacks. And alcohol, of course.
Mama needs Moscato while she’s swimming and sunbathing, folks!
*sigh* A girl can dream, can’t she?
Until we do get that pool, I guess I’m stuck inside on days like this. Otherwise, I might melt into a greasy puddle, kinda like bacon fat; the way it melts off the bacon into an oily, delicious mess, only not as delicious and much more disgusting. Eww. We don’t want that, now do we? Hence the reason for a pool.
I would SO much rather be swimming.
We should take that advice from the unforgettable Dory: ”Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming. What do we do? We swim, swim. I love to swim…and when you want to swim you want to swim.”
And I do. (Although, after typing and reading the word “swim” so many times, I think I may have forgotten what it means…Does that ever happen to you?)