Welp! Posse, Labor Day has come and gone and with it a lot of the vestiges of Summer season. Mornings are darker. And cooler. Nights are, nicely, nightier. And cooler. Even the warmer days (and we’ve had a number of) have a really short-term really feel to them, as in the event that they’re simply ready for the final hummingbird to get her butt out of right here earlier than they, too, beat ft to the south. Sigh.
However earlier than that occurs I had One Nice Fling down in KY. HOT days, spent poolside (or pool-adjacent; my late brother in legislation constructed a roof over the patio that’s the excellent place to be when it’s 90F and a blazing solar and also you’re simply ready for the water to heat up a bit extra so you’ll be able to take a dip. I spent the primary 2 days of my go to cleansing my sister’s home (don’t ask) and the opposite 3 days lazing on that patio… or on a floatie within the pool.
OPP: Different Folks’s Swimming pools. Perfection.
Right here’s what I’ve discovered about swimming pools, based mostly on my mates who’ve them. Most don’t spend a lot time in them. They do spend a substantial amount of time cleansing them. Or paying another person to scrub them. Then there’s the Opening and Closing of The Pool (this isn’t SoCal – these individuals dwell in a clime the place an open pool in February means you have got died in the home and no one has observed). And I believe that’s okay (not the dying – the pool upkeep; I’m not a fiend) – I imply, I actually loved my time spent within the pool however let’s face it, there’s solely a lot time you can spend in a pool, until you’re Michael Phelps. What I do love is sitting on the lined patio Wanting on the pool – that glassy blue water is so serene. I might do this allllll damb day. And I principally did (after the 11 a great deal of laundry and mopping the flooring and many others and many others – my sister, by no means the very best of housekeepers, continues to be combating the crushing grief of her current loss. Typically… I believe simply getting away from bed is a chore for her. So I ain’t mad. I simply clear.) . That patio, that pool… my reward.
Anyhoo – sitting on that patio was good observe for my upcoming Again Porch (sure, IN CAPS, DAMMIT! It’s my PORCH!). My Cranky Contractor most likely gained’t be right here till December (when he says Autumn he actually takes it to Eleven. Final mission went proper to the sting of the Equinox – he made Autumn by two days! ) So. OPP2: Different Folks’s Patios. Boutique purchasing? Nah. KY Horse Park? Fuggedaboutit. I simply needed to sit down on that patio, with the fan giving a pleasant breeze, studying and filtering ice water by way of my bladder ( pal simply had 2 kidney stones eliminated – I ain’t about that, so Ice Water it izzz). Dropped my BP by 10 factors, I’m positive.
Nevertheless, Monsieur Jacques is NOT concerning the pool. He’s blindish, so the pool was one thing to be prevented (thank Floyd). He’d skirt it, by no means taking his restricted eyesight off the perimeter – however omgosh, these floates heard ALL about it. .
What I Learn on the Patio: ‘Killers of a Sure Age’ by Deanna Raybourn. Omgosh! What a hoot! 4 elite feminine assassins are retiring, wanting ahead to the nice life… till they uncover they’ve been marked for loss of life. The entire e book is nice nevertheless it might’ve sucked and I wouldn’t have cared – the Stateroom Scene made my day! Ms Raybourn is now of A Sure Age so just about all the pieces she writes about these characters is spot-on. I used to be (for some cause) hesitant to crack this one open however as soon as I did I used to be hooked. It’s actually good – and excellent patio studying. In case you’re 20, although… perhaps not. Not but, anyway. Wait 40 years. Tom – that is your fault (the entire Summer season Studying) – you’d love this novel, I believe, despite the fact that you’re nowhere close to A Sure Age. But. You’re welcome.
What I Wore on the Patio. So. Whereas sorting the visitor room (a pal went down with me) I got here throughout my sister’s 37yr outdated bottle of Lauren.
OMG. She’s had it in a field, in a drawer, for many of that point – and it’s in pristine situation. I spritzed a bit and was instantly transported again to 1978, when it was The Factor . I beloved it however was a bit (ahem) extra mature than the highschool women who wafted it by way of their college hallways. It’s inexperienced, floral loveliness continues to be breathtakingly stunning, although. It was my sister’s signature scent and although she’s moved on to Ralph Lauren Blue she nonetheless retains this bottle as a scent reminiscence.
And… don’t faint however… I REMEMBERED THE DRAW! WOOOOT!
rosarita! C’mon down! gmail your evilauntieanita along with your deets and I’ll get some goodies out to you!