• 15 minute posts,  Apartmentlandia

    The Pool Chronicles


    I’ve come to realize that there is no escaping the pool. Firstly, I seem to have spawned a child who thinks chlorine is one of four major food groups and secondly, we live in an apartment that has a rinky-dink wall-unit air conditioner that is about as effective (and smelly) as one you’d find in a cheap hotel. So when the weather heats up, we end up at the pool. There’s just no fighting it.

    I know I should not complain about this. What a horrible, terrible place to be stuck, right? The pool? Play your sad violin for me while I take pictures of my chipped pedicured feet propped up on this reclining lawn chair beside a dog-eared novel and a pretty pot of sun-drenched geraniums. Le sigh.

    It’s beautiful here. There are so many worse places I could be stuck. Perhaps a gray wool covered cubicle next to the bathroom in an icy cold air conditioned office where people play darts all day long and open stinky cans of tuna in the break room nearby.


    It’s the pool, for crying out loud. I cannot complain.

    It’s just that I’m stuck here! For hours and hours (it seems) and you can only suck down so much wifi on your phone before your battery goes dead. Not to mention, I have a ton of work I should really be doing back at home. That is IF I could get any work done with a kid who’s whining to go to the pool and IF I wasn’t sweating to death.

    After much thought on the matter, I’ve come to a conclusion that I have to take my laptop to the pool. I just have to bite the bullet and do it. I’ve resisted until now because the very thought of having my most expensive piece of electronics near a large body of water gives me hives. What if it fell in? What if someone splashed me? What if a gang of teenage hoodlums stole it from me and rode off into the distance on their pack of skateboards?!!! So many worries!

    But the sad truth is I need to make time to blog. (Come back to life, poor blog! I still love you!!) and I need to work on my illustrations for my book. I need to do a lot of things after I get off work from my part time job at the invitation studio and it’s just not happening at home. So here I am at the pool, type, type, typing.

    It’s a dangerous job but I gotta do it. Hopefully you’ll hear from me, poolside, more often.