42 Dreams of Arizona Bay

I can pinpoint the exact age, perhaps even the same hour that one becomes cranky and old.
About 1:30 in the morning, when a loud conversation and vapid giggling can be heard, once again, at the hot tub.
I was armed with a long, built-up irritation with the loudness at the pool, especially late at night. And [...]

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There’s something magical about serenely floating or lazily stroking through the cool, moonlit water of a swimmng pool. Watching fluffy cotton ball clouds cluster around the moon. Watching the halo of the moon in the clouds, bright, overpowering. Mysterious. Feeling good, lazy, no pressure.

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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 [...]

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I need to start a new category. I don’t know if it’s sustainable. But in case it isn’t, two new categories:
Things heard in the pool
and
Stupid people
The inaugural entry comes from a frat boy sitting in the hot tub with three to four other college students.
Stupid people number one… It is 100 degrees and these kids [...]

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The splashing of water in the pool just outside … and several college age boys grunting and hollering like they’re in the middle of a hardcore gay porn. So I’d imagine, anyway.
I could hear the grunting as I drove into the garage. For all I know, they’re still at it.
Allegedly, this is graduation weekend and [...]

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