Suddenly Single Journey

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Author: thenicknick

That’s right.  With our love of water, is it so hard to believe that we took the plunge and bought a pool?  Nope.  Wasn’t for me, either.

The talk about it had started days before.  Maybe even a week before.  I guess I just didn’t realize how serious he was.  I should have.

See, we both remember last summer when we were constantly waiting on someone’s good graces to get wet and cool off.  We had gone to the beach one time…just the two of us…and that was in April…well before the truly hot stuff started.

Only there were very few invites and few of the invites resulted in actual follow throughs.  There would be the passing…’oh, maybe we can all go to the pool in the afternoon’….followed by…nothing.  And that was frustrating.  The south is zero fun in the summer without cool water.

And so Saturday , after we finished doing what needed to be done around the house, we went out and bought a pool.  Yup.  It’s nothing fancy, it’s nothing permanent, but neither is the house.  This is our ten year house.  After that, we’re off to live in our beach house.

The rest of the day was spent on assembly and set up, filling.  And that task was compounded by the fact that it was raining.  Yes, just as soon as we had it all laid out, the ring filled, and the pump hooked up…it began to rain.  It was a drizzle at first, allowing us enough time to relocate indoors to assemble the ladder and pick up the yard.  Then the really big drops began.

Oh, but that didn’t halt our fun.

No, late in the evening, after we’d had dinner and he hung out with the guys and played pool in the garage, we went and checked on the pool.  All evening he had been pacing around it, checking its progress, doing the happy pool dance…alone and with me.

I knew it was only a matter of time.  I knew that before long he’d be diving in.  I knew it.  So, when he began pulling all of his valuables from his pockets while completely clothed, I wasn’t too surprised.  Despite the fact that the pool contents were fresh from the hose…probably a whopping 50 degrees…despite the rain and the low temperature…maybe mid 60s….he was going in.

HIM: Hold this.

And he passed me his iPhone.  I opened it up to take a few pictures.  I’m not good with the iPhone camera.  Everything I take looks blurry.  He says I don’t hold it right.  I say the camera app sucks.

Well, he flopped around in the water for a few minutes.  And I ran inside to get the camera, which I clearly can use, and a towel.  There were more pictures, pictures I can’t show because he needs his anonymity.  And there was a bit of a water fight.

He dried off and we played pool, alone, for a change.  We joked and talked.  Then the gauntlet was thrown.

HIM: You should have gotten in with me.

me: I will.  Later.

Oh, later.  What was I thinking?  I guess I was secretly hoping he would chicken out.  I guess I was secretly hoping that I could distract him any number of ways.  I guess I thought he might take later to mean another day.  Alas, no.

And so at 10pm, we were trekking across the yard to the pool.  (Make that our ‘ool’…as in…there’s no pee in it, let’s keep it that way.)  He was wearing swim trunks.  I was wearing my new white hooded bathrobe the kids bought me for Christmas.  Yup.  That’s all.  And this is why.  My theory is that if you have to go in ridiculously cold water, less is more, because when you get out, all you want is dry bathrobe against skin, rather than dry bathrobe against dripping wet suit and freezing body.  Good theory, huh?

Well, I managed to climb in.  And he was rushing me the entire time.

HIM: You know James could look at his window at any time, or Jack could come out, or Rick or Bud…

And given how much older everyone but James is…I’m doubting that they are able to see that far.  I’m doubting that they are that interested.  And I’m grateful the only full moon was mine.

He had then tried a different approach.

HIM: It’s not even cold.  I don’t feel cold anymore.

me: That’s because you are numb!

And soon he had dunked me and was holding me in his lap, keeping his word.  Man provide heat.

We rushed to the house soon enough to grab a warm shower and snuggle in a warm bed.

HIM: How did we end up in bed at 11pm on a Saturday night?  We are so lame.  At least we get to relax on Sunday.  No work.

me: We worked hard today.

We had.  Only…not as hard as we worked on Sunday Funday.

Come back tomorrow to read about…Buyer’s Remorse.

And on Wedding Journeys…see how we picked our officiant.

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