I got up on Sunday morning to swim some laps.
You know the kind of thing you do for your health.
And there she was drinking a cup of coffee and eating a donut.
She was back.
The pool cow.
It’s always a bit awkward.
When I’m trying to swim by…she splashes me.
When I’m floating in my inflatable sea monster…she tips me over.
When I’m bouncing up and down on the diving board…she takes pictures.
When her friends arrive it’s even more awkward.
She asks me to put on some swim trunks.
The pool cow sometimes get bossy.
The pool cow sometimes gets on me for not doing my taxes.
The pool cow sometimes asks me how my job interview went.
She delicately examines my foibles and other human frailties.
Like why I paid for the extended warrantee on the toaster.
Or the time I left the toilette seat up.
Yet, she is my children’s godmother.
So, I’ll see what I can do about the swim trunks.