We live at the beach, on an island, actually. Our yard is sand, and weeds which tend in the sand burr direction. I've long joked (but not really joking) about trying to cover the back yard with something to cut the amount of sand I need to mow. Mowing sand sucks. I thought having a pool would be great, even though we live a easy walk to the beach. I figured we'd get a good bit of use out of it, but it always seemed like a frivolous expense. But we've both been working especially hard lately and while we aren't rolling in dollars by any means, we've gotten to a place where one of those steel frame pools in Walmart wasn't gong to mean we didn't buy groceries that month. So I bought one.
|Tikis are cool|
We've named the pool Drizzle Lagoon. You know, not quite as big and impressive as a typhoon. Get it? We make up "attractions" from bobbing in circles to our version of the circus calliope song to tonight's invention of Jeff Hockey (I was the puck). I can plug in a cooler/ipod player I won from a competing beer company for atmosphere. We are, to be honest, pretty damned pleased with ourselves.
Tonight I floated around, no neighbors in residence, Lisa and John with me, homemade hard pineapple cider and ice cream faux Dole whip in hand, air temp of about 83 and water temp of about 88, sun setting, tikis blazing, Beach Boys playing.........I don't think it could get any better