fdelano Posted July 18, 2013 Share Posted July 18, 2013 In heliacal rising, Sirius heralds days of sultry, sweaty, unending misery of heat and bugs for an old Georgia boy who still hates and resents the red old hills and slavery in the plowed fields, every molecule filled to limits with water going straight to the lungs, hampering brain food. I praise whichever god provides cool dry air in my refuge, like being in the ICU, and think of my destitute ancestors who endured the endless rows of plowed fields, accepting their lot, and soon, I plan to wobble out to soak my withered frame in the cool water of my Olympic-size pool. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dedalus Posted July 19, 2013 Share Posted July 19, 2013 You fucker! After all that beastly summer heat and bugs in the Deep South going back to Confederate days you reveal oh-so-casually that you just stroll into the back yard and plunge into an Olympic pool! Never mind. I do a lot of swimming these days to get my leg muscles working again (coming along nicely, thanks) but I have to take a bus back and forth to the pool. Getting on and off the bus has its interesting moments since I can't fall down yet. Of course I can fall down (we all can) but I can't get back on my feet again unless there's a pole or something solid to grab hold of. I go out all the time, of course, because there's no way I'm going to sit at home like an eejit. Just think about it. People in the streets are cool and considerate, especially young girls in their twenties who flash me brilliant smiles. This is the first time I have thrown myself at their feet. OK, I exaggerate. Cheers, Bren Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fdelano Posted July 19, 2013 Author Share Posted July 19, 2013 What?? You exaggerate? Lordy. Glad I hooked you. I also exaggerate--about the Olympic size, and I can't climb the damn ladder to get out and there is always a leak or some other problem and needs chemicals almost daily. I also have a tendency to fall down, but that's another story. BTW, the slave in the fields was me as a slim boy. Anyone who grew up on a farm back then was a slave, black or white. The mules hated everybody. Equality. I'm glad someone likes you, but the girls are likely laughing. Good to see you're still full of piss and vinegar. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted July 20, 2013 Share Posted July 20, 2013 Not feeling particularly mulish today. I liked it, Paco, but confess to some envy for the pool. - Non-Olympic Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
moonqueen Posted July 21, 2013 Share Posted July 21, 2013 Even as time speeds by, ever more quickly as we age, this also reminds me that summers seem longer than when I was a child, due to the discomfort of the heat, the tension of tornadic possibility or yet another wildfire, both of which might change lives forever. You've nailed this one, for me. I hate humidity and bugs, oh gods, how I hate insects. I may put in a pool; just took out a pond, but I have room for an inflatable, now, just enough to lie down in and make the neighbors stare. My days of slavery were not 'in the day', but at the far end of my life. Well enjoyed, Franklin. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fdelano Posted July 22, 2013 Author Share Posted July 22, 2013 Yeah! An inflatable might work for me. I could just roll out of it. lol Thanks, Tam. Dave, you can have my pool, but you have to do all the maintenance! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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