A lonely sunset swim

I headed out to the pool around 7:30 this evening. It was still over 100 degrees and I didn’t have to cover myself in sunscreen, so it seemed like a good time. I picked up the mail and read a letter from a friend and two pages of my new O magazine. One of Oprah’s dogs died unexpectedly after choking to death on a plastic ball when on a walk with somebody else. I shed a tear and thought about 1) the horror that person must have felt at having just let Oprah’s dog die a terrible accidental death, even though there’s probably nothing he could have done and it was a freak accident, and 2) what I will do when my dog will one day die, probably within the two years, tops. Unless we die together in a fiery car crash…

Just as I was getting in the smooth empty pool a couple came out with their young daughter and they played around at their end while I paddled around my end, trying not to be annoyed by the girl’s inability to pronounce her r’s. She was happy and bubbly and a child’s shrieking laughter is music to our ears and everything, but seriously, buddy, the sign says “quiet enjoyment at all times”, and some of us are trying to relax here.

They were probably equally disappointed to find they didn’t have the pool to themselves either.

July 17, 2007. Words.

One Comment

  1. ZoeJane replied:

    Let’s hope you and your dog *don’t* get into a fiery auto crash!

    On the other hand, I’ll bet that if you had started shrieking and lisping whilst splashing around, that the other family would have left.

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