Things I need to stop doing:
1) Thinking it would be a good idea to bake bread in the middle of the day when it’s a zillion degrees outside.
2) Trying to reach a human at my bank.
3) Shouting “WE LOVE YOU, POOL MAN!”
Hey, guess what! The pool’s fixed.
The. Pool. Is. Fixed. For once, it wasn’t the worst case scenario. We were totally primed for “the liner’s cracked, the pool was built on top of a fault line, fire ants are eating the plumbing, there are corpses clogging the filter.” Something like that. The pump is going to require some repair, but it’s working for the short term, at least, and the rest can be dealt with later.
So there was much rejoicing and then lots of splashing and cavorting this afternoon. Several of the guest children were struck blind by the glare off of my pasty thighs, but that’s a small price to pay for a nice cool pool romp on a hot Georgia day, I tell you what. (That was my attempt to talk like the locals. Did I fool you? Did you hear me as being totally southern?)
We met some more neighbors today, and I continue to struggle with the rules ’round here. Everyone has been very, very kind to us. We’ve not yet “met” the Crazy Lady Whose House Might Not Be For Sale but we’ve heard some REALLY interesting stories about her from other neighbors. Really interesting. Like, crawling around drunk on the lawn sort of interesting. Welcome to the neighborhood! Have some baked goods! By the way, your neighbor is insane and also a lush! Bless her heart!
One very sweet neighbor has totally allowed my kids to run rampant with hers and then upon meeting a different neighbor I was issued a dire and low-voiced warning about that family and the “wild” children therein. Having a couple of wild children, myself, I wasn’t too worried, but it did give me pause. When I asked what was meant I was told “Oh, I shouldn’t have said anything.”
But, see, that’s the thing. Everyone is nice and sweet and then has a story to tell about SOMEONE ELSE. And as soon as we walk away? I suspect that WE become SOMEONE ELSE. Otto and I sat around giggling tonight about what the neighbors might be all telling each other about US.
“They’ve been there for a week and a half and they still aren’t unpacked!”
“They’re out there grilling nearly every night… don’t they know how to cook at the stove?”
“I hear the little one runs around NAKED!”
“I don’t trust them… they talk awful FAST.”
I was having a completely casual conversation with someone today and was told that I need to speak more slowly. Now, I’ll be the first to admit that if I’m stressed out or excited I do tend to speak very quickly; but today I was just… talking. At what I would consider a completely normal cadence.
(Hey, maybe my talking too fast will distract them from the fact that I say all the wrong things, too.)
But! We have a functioning pool. And a pool smooths over a multitude of sins. Or something like that. It’s quite lovely, is what I’m saying. Today I looked around at all the kids splashing around and Otto picking up children and throwing them into the deep end and despite the work I wasn’t getting done and the piles of boxes yet to be unpacked, I felt a deep sense of peace and happiness.
Or maybe that was just giddy relief at no longer being up on the deck, sweltering and burning my bare feet on the boards. Hard to know.