Poolside
Part of the glory of living next to the pool is well, living next to the pool.
But much of it is not glory. At my computer, I can hear everything like it’s three feet away.
Right now I am listening to a kid who as been crying for five minutes. Five minutes. If it’s not whining and crying, it’s robust shouting. Or it’s college kids engaging in adolescent mating rituals like shouting as loud as they can while diving into the water, late into the night.
I just want to go swimming right now. It is 104 degrees. I have sweat pouring off every bit of my body. But I do not feel comfortable swimming when there is a whole family of raucous people taking up space.
It’s not enough to let me have a corner to swim laps in. The kids are always everywhere.
At least when it’s college girls, they can be depended on to talk vapidly on their cell phones while sunning themselves, without actually ever getting in the water.
That kid: still fucking crying. Take the kid home!
