What I really want to tell you about today is my time at our community pool. I really want to rant. I really want to tell you about the hoards of people coming in with six kids each (all screaming) and how I wanted to walk up to their clueless parents and tell them that it is not okay to let their boys pee in the bushes. I really want to tell you about that one kid with a blow up toy larger than the jaquzzi who doesn't know how not to screech on top of her lungs for hours on end. I want to say that the teenagers who hop the fence and then prop open the gates for their millions of friends to just come on in and wreak havoc are annoying as heck, but I won't. I won't tell you all this stuff because it isn't becoming of me to go on about the little things. I mean there are people who would dream of having a pool in their community. There are people who would dream of getting splashed by obnoxious teenagers. There are people who would dream of even sucking on a wet, rolled up newspaper when they're thirsty.
By the way: I was at the doctor yesterday and I told her that I was exceptionally cranky all the time and was it from hormones?
"No, it's not hormones," she said. "It's just that, at your age, you pretty much have had enough."
So this is what has been going on this summer, so far:
I helped teach Girlfriend's close friend how to knit.
By the way, I finished my sweater. I don't have a model so I asked Girlfriend to put it on. The pic is out of focus and blurry. Good news is, the pattern's fully edited and graded for seven sizes. Once I get pictures, I'll release it! (I do need a name, though.)