Every year, my parents go away for several weeks. They invite everyone to join them. So, I visited this year, like I usually do. I only went up on a Friday after work, and stayed until Sunday morning. My goal was to sit by the pool and finish my bookclub book.Friday night, there was a group of my parents’ friends there, watching the movie my dad was in when he was 28 or so, Towering Inferno.
Saturday morning, I got up, made coffee, put on my swimsuit, and looked outside. Fog. 61 degrees. The hot tub was broken, so I didn’t bother. Brrr. I’ll wait. I read for a while.
Eventually, I ventured outside, since the sun was out. The temperature wasn’t any higher. This is my sunbathing outfit. Completely covered by towels, with a sunhat and 100 SPF sunblock on.
The hot tub at the other pool was working, so I wandered over there, eventually. They still haven’t fixed the sign for the button for the jets. It used to have “hot tub jets” and no sign for the emergency off switch. People used to push the big red button to turn on the jets, and the alarm would go off.
I never finished the book, but went to bookclub anyhow.
