I walked to the pool right outside our apartment today. As I approached the sign that read, "Warning, Pool is Closed" I laughed to myself. What are they gonna do? Make me move? One can only hope. Apparently it's not quite swimming weather yet. After placing my possessions on the inside of the gate, I walked around to the other side and threw one leg over it, then the rest of my body and caught myself just before falling on my butt. I stood up and looked at my hands....ewwww. I just put my hand in dried bird crap. Good thing there's water here.
Laying on the lawn chair, I wondered if the word "overwhelmed" could be a positive. I think so. I was extemely overwhelmed by how delicious life is. I wanted to gulp, not sip all the wonders of it. I lay my head back after putting on my headphones and tried to concentrate on a new book I obtained from the Half Price Bookstore. After about a page or so, I realized I'd have to sip after all, I'd have to take things one at a time. I took off the headphones, put down my soda, and read. Does anyone else laugh out loud at books? Does anyone else read the same lines over and over again to make sure they've absorbed it all, and continue the laughter? This isn't polite giggling either, this is erupting with amusment and having to sit the book down for a moment type of laughter.
Time for some music...."I don't believe you, you're not the truth. No one could look as good as you.....pretty woman." Curious onlookers whom I attracted with my laughter stare at me from the apartments above and grin; I'm tapping my feet to music only I can hear. I'm happy to amuse. I look from side to side at my wet tendrels of hair spread over my shoulders and the chair----like snakes trying to get away. Aha! I have them trapped. I look down at my feet that are now clean from the pool. This is a rarity you see. Shoes are nothing more than an annoyance to a gal like myself who likes to feel God's earth beneath her feet and likes her toes to have their freedom. Therefore, I never wear shoes except in the winter when it's neccessary to wear flip-flops. I own only 1 pair of closed-toed shoes, those being my Chucks that I adore. They sure don't get a lot of wear though; they're in mint condition.
I reach for my Diet Coke (gag me), and make sure to slurp because there's no one around to tell me to stop. You know, I like my skin. I don't understand tanning beds. I like my skin in the winter when it's turns a creamy white and I like it in the summer when all it takes is an hour in the sun and I'm all golden. I like that I never burn, no matter how unaware of time I am when I stay outside for absurd lengths of it.
I do that thing where you focus on an object and close one eye...it's here. Now close the other eye, it's there. Always amusing. I guess I should go now, this is something that definately needs to be blogged about. After jumping back over the gate, a couple teenage girls give me death stares from inside their apartment railings. I look at it from their point of view: here's a chick who lives in rather nice apartments wearing a pair of tattered cut-offs covered in paint and an old stained t-shirt. She's carrying a soda can, headphones, and a book. She's coming from the pool that obviously says it's closed, and she has an annoying grin on her face. Yeah, I would get on my nerves too. Wouldn't want anyone to ruin that little bubble I live in either. I smile and wave. Nothing. Hmm....