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I have reached the point in my life where I no longer have to work during the summer. This situation is not as stress-free as it sounds, however. It is amazing how my free days can fill up with have-to’s and should-do’s (hello, Mum) so that I have to schedule in…well, doing nothing.
Take today. I thought I had perfected the Art of the Pool Read. The last two weeks have been hot (not Arizona hot, but hot) and humid (not Georgia humid, but humid), and I established a routine that I thought was flawless. I have two extraordinarily comfortable floating chaises. They are full of air and prone to leaking, so I have taken to calling them Rummy and Karl.
Anyway, the routine goes like this. At the shallow end of the pool opposite the ladder, I pile a towel, my book, and a beverage. I bring Rummy or Karl over to the ladder and flop backwards into position (I confess this might appear somewhat ungainly to the untrained eye). The momentum of the reverse flop carries me across the pool, where I take the beverage and position it in the cup holder, dry off my hands, pick up the book, and cast off.
The pool water has a counter-clockwise circulation. It takes about five minutes to complete a circumnavigation, half of which is spent in the sun and half in shade from the house. This technique served me well last week through a complete reading of The Kite Runner, and I expected it would serve equally this week for a book I picked up on a whim, Skinny Dip.
So what went wrong? After I’d spent the relative cool of the morning scraping wallpaper, I began to align the supplies for a Pool Read, and--Skinny Dip had disappeared! I searched the whole house to no avail. The horror! The angst! It’s as if Skinny had Dipped through a dimensional door into Bizarro-World, or, like Billy Pilgrim, had entered the Chrono-Synclastic Infindibulum.
Luckily, from my childhood of being served frankfurts halved lengthwise and sandwiches filled with Cain’s Sandwich Spread all by itself, I have developed strong coping skills. I will adjust. Rummy, Karl, do you hear? I will be back.
Meanwhile, wherever Skinny Dip has run off to, I hope she and A. C. Remote are very happy together.
Friday update: I opened the linen closet yesterday to get a fresh pool towel,and there was Skinny Dip. A. C. Remote remains at large.
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Thank goodness Skinny Dip was found. What a delightful read!
Judith -
LOL at cyndygee! She gets it. Luap. HARRR!
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In a parallel universe, . . . Rummy and Karl are traveling in a pool in a clockwise manner carrying a guy who looks a lot like you, named LUAP. He's reading your book!
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I am smiling for I can picture the performance of the plop each day. :)
7/29/05 4:55 PM
XOXO...Kelli