Push, Pool...

So it happened. A weekend outing with just me and the boys, some in-laws, strangers in a pool, and an inconvenient bathroom.

Where to begin.....This past Memorial Day weekend the quartet I play for had two concerts. So, the fam and I head off to Fairfield Saturday morning. We arrive at Andrea's granny's place where there's room for 7 or 8 but about 19 is present!!

After a few hours of visiting, Andrea heads back home with her sister because she had work to catch up on. That leaves me and the boys to hang at the fabulous Days Inn motel-bingo-tire-shop! - Okay, it was just a motel....but that small-town feel just takes over me, ya know??

The boys wanted to go swimming. This meant three things.

1. We had to go to Fred's dollar store for swimming apparel.

2. There was the possibility of me drowning, cause I ain't that good a swimmer!

3. And strangers would share a pool with us causing the ole awkward meter to soar to new heights!

My only stipulation was that we would go swimming if NOBODY else was in the pool. So we returned from our fortunate trip to Fred's. (I say fortunate only because I found a ROCKIN' new hat that makes me look cool!!) ..........you'll see!
Once we arrive at the Motel I noticed a lady and her two kids in the pool. - "We wait", I barked.

Ten minutes pass and they migrate away. Off we went, shirtless and paranoid! We enter the pool area, wade on in, and, for about ten minutes, enjoyed some secluded fun in the sun splashing around, chunking a newly purchased ball (another courtesy of Fred's...that place has a LOT!) Although I was nervous because, let's face it, I'm not the best swimmer, not due to lack of trying though! But I managed to crack a smile a time or two at how brave my two sons were.
....But, my life being what it is, our happiness was short-lived as we were joined by a rather older couple and their grand-daughter - who was NOT too grand as it turned out!

After about ten minutes of "company" and a little shark dressed as an eight year old girl, I trodded out of the water. It was at that moment that little orca Annie yelled "Look grandpa, he's got your swim-trunks on" - as to which my usually shy six year old felt it most necessary to reply in a matching yelling decibal level with the phrase "HEY, THAT'S MY DAD!!"

I just kept walking to my seat as I perceived that he had this in his hands now. I am thankful that he felt the need to defend his father's honor.....what was left of it!!

Fast forward to Sunday morning. My quartet had already set sound and apparently wanted to make use of the "facilities." - Note to the architects of churches....do NOT put the "facilities" adjacent to the front door AND the foyer AND the nursery! It makes it VERY difficult to concentrate when you're trying to drop a deuce and there are fifteen conversations going on about 5 feet from you!

....For some reason I feel as if I've shared enough and must gather my thoughts.

Enjoy your week.