Ye Olde Swimming Hole opens in less than a week. Mr. Fairway & I were up here last weekend, just checking things out & wondering about the start of the Summer season. With the cool-ish temps we've been having lately, I'll bet only the committed pool rats will brave this scene on Opening Day.
The lifeguard stand in the deep end casts a pretty big shadow. This locale is a metaphor, I suppose, for a period of my life that is rapidly coming to a close. Ella Numera Una will be working at a "real" place of employment this summer. Ella Numera Dos, who helps coach the summer swim team, will take a turn in this chair, I suppose, but her rotations will be infrequent.
Just the other day my chicas reminded me of the summers when I'd drop them at the pool at 9 a.m. One of them would have some cash in her swim bag. They'd go to practice, hang around, eat way too much junk at the snack bar, order Domino's & make it home in time for dinner, around 6 p.m. or so. Both my gals would turn nut brown by the 4th of July.
We had the same summer routine for a decade or more. They were always a tad winsome when September rolled around again. But they never got tired of the pizza.