Dirty pool.

Aaahhh, paradise.



We bought this house in November - first house in my lifetime with a pool - fantasized all winter about lazy summer days spent sunning ourselves. Hahaha. This pool has looked like this, or some even fouler color on a spectrum between forest green and baby poo-poo brown, for about 7 weeks. Ever since the Tulsa Monsoons of '07 began. Our pool guy, Andrew (I would include a photo of him if he would ever show up) has been promising to have it cleaned up for weeks. The kids just stare longingly out the window at the pool, then go back to their video games.

The worst was yesterday. Until now, we have comforted ourselves with the knowlege that our friends on the next block have the same problem. Andrew's uncle cleans their pool, and he has assured us that their pool is "so much worse than yours, they probably won't be able to swim in it all summer."

Then their daughter called, yesterday, to invite our middle child over to swim.

To complete the idyllic backyard setting, picture this: After I snapped the photos of the scribble lace and shrug for my last post, my daughters ran to me screaming. They had gone to jump on the trampoline, and there was a dead squirrel laying on it. Decapitated. Perhaps it attempted a daring feat on the tramp, jumped too high and re-connected with a branch?

And they wonder why kids these days spend all their time indoors.

- Shelley
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