All you old time-blither blather'ers will recall that last year I was the pool monitor (ie: pool slut) at my neighborhood watering hole. After a season of being trapped under a cabana (when all I wanted to do was spend some quality time with my dirty laundry in air conditioning), I threw in the towel (literally). Well-the pool opened yesterday. And with a spirit of joie de vivre (knowing I could go home anytime I wanted), I was totally ready to claim my lounge chair and mind my own bid'ness.
Here's how the hour went:
1. opened the gate for those who couldn't work the pulley contraption
2. agreed to watch another mom's kid
3. told kids to stop running-and told them again-and again...
4. gave big kid a fierce lecture on how NOT to use a noodle
5. comforted & cajoled a young'un who was totally freaked out by the freezing temps
6. collected pool noodles from all the kids who could not use them without violence
7. discussed pool bands and operating hours with two ladies
8. ran interference when a kid fight erupted over the pool torpedo
9. checked for blood at said fight and demanded apologies from all parties
10. talked to pool-boy about floating bugs and pumps and suggested an inexpensive way to safety-proof the slippery deck with a pool committee member
And yes...I AM retired. Really. So today-I'm gonna wrap my head in a towel. And I'm not talking to a-n-y-b-o-d-y!
Ok, I have to say that I LOVED it when you calmly took the pool noodles away and didn't even have to raise your voice but you had THE LOOK going with those guys and they were not about to mess with you for a second!!! That's right!
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