Pool
Then the Covid pod activities shifted back to the first house, because there was much more for them to do there and the threat had moved on. Truthfully, our neighborhood was boring and kind of restrictive. Nobody really felt at home here. Since then the pool has sat, for the most part unused. I've drained and cleaned it once or twice in an attempt to keep it functional.
Today I pulled my sorry ass up off the couch and stumbled out side to check the pool, see what it looked like and if A and I could swim. It was green with algae, again, which didn't surprise me because I did not put any algae killer in it and it had rained 4x since I filled it. I was filled with a sense of impotence and failure. I looked up to see the unused trampoline, which I had also gotten to try to ease some of the rough edges of the pandemic life, and the weeds that had grown as tall as me behind the trampoline. Failure. I put my hand in the water. It was tepid and not unpleasant. I had the urge to jump in, just to show that I was not a complete failure. Somebody, somewhere was using this pool. I started to climb in, cloths and all, then realized that neighbors might be watching. I have to at least try to appear normal. What if I put some anti-algae stuff in there and cleared it up? Then I could swim without raising any suspicion. I don't think I remember where I put the bottle of anti-algae stuff. Should I care if some unnamed, faceless neighbors think I'm crazy? Maybe I should just get in? But what if that is a sign that they are right and I am crazy? I stood there staring at the green pool. Looking crazy. Then I went back inside.
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