Some years it passes by smelling like old books. "Theology 101." "Now what did I do with that dang syllabus?"
Some summers have been monumental. Graduation.
Some summers have been well, .....lacking.
Throughout them all, God has given us seasons. A season to dance. A season to mourn. A season to celebrate. And a season to keep quiet.
Humans would do well to honor our seasons. Our season of childhood. Thank God, that is over. Our season of youth. Thank God I survived! Seasons of child-rearing. Sniff sniff, where did THAT time go? Seasons of building and rebuilding: careers, friendships, houses, relationships, businesses, gardens. We can't turn back the seasons of time....nor should we want to! But we can embrace our seasons to slow down and smell those roses in our gardens or for some (like me!) our air fresheners!!!
That season will be coming to the Strawberry Patch THIS summer. This summer is my time to slow down and de-clutter and yes, smell the air fresheners in my house.
I'm beginning with a pool!!!
Because it is summer and summer to me is water-- luscious, life-giving water (with a little chlorine added in for good measure!). I was born in the summer and I think that is why I love water. I was born under the sign of the Crab. Crabs love water too. I'm scared to death of crabs...those big pinchers and all. Plus they walk sideways. What's with that??? As a child, I had nightmares that there were crabs under my bed. And I digress.
In a galaxy far away and a loooooong time ago, I wanted a pool. I have been hounding Hubby for most all of our marriage (30 years this past June). I have (not) enjoyed little plastic pools in the backyard. I have (not) enjoyed the rubber blow-up kind. I have (not) enjoyed the bendable plastic that takes several people to grab an end and pull. I've put them all up by myself. Yesterday was it. I was bound and determined to purchase the large above ground pool and enjoy the rest of my summer in the water.
Yet......it didn't quite work out that way. I heard all the usual complaints: it will kill the grass; you will have to empty it every night and refill it.
Not this time, Buddy. I'm getting the one with a filter and chlorine tablets and...... I stopped as my boys' eyes shot to the back of their heads. I needed them to help me put up my Crab Tower so I couldn't piss off the help!
We bought my pool....on sale....at KMart. It took all freakin' evening to set it up and fill it. I sat with my noodle in barely 1 foot of water. I laid on my belly in barely 2 feet of water. I was able to float (a little bit) in 3 feet of water. And then it was time for bed!
As you can see, Hubby and I compromised. My pool will not be killing the grass! The dog might be killing the pool since it is sitting in the middle of his trail to the potty! Plus it looks like the great big blue garbage truck he chases back and forth across the backyard as the truck goes down the alley. I think secretly Hubby hopes that will happen! I'm heading back to KMart to get the smaller model that's on sale. He has his arsenal; I have mine!
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