POUNCE the DAY LIE IN THE WATER OF YOUTH
Late yesterday afternoon, I persuaded my hot, tired, over-worked, taken advantage of husband to have a rendezvous with me. He was resistant, but I wouldn't take no for an answer.
I could relate to his reasoning, because I had experienced similar feelings earlier in the day. The day was hot. There were so many things that hadn't been completed yet. Just the thought of stripping out of work clothes, was exhausting, never mind then pulling on a bathing-suit, walking out to the pool, slipping into it, then having to climb out, dry off, and get dressed again, but also having to deal with the wet towel and suit...
I'm not trying to be funny. These were the thoughts I had, and his must have been worse because it was much later in the day, he had just come into the house and was still wearing work-boots. He had somehow burned his arm without knowing it. He possibly leaned on a fresh weld or it was a chemical burn from the chemicals on swimming-pool truck he was working on. The burned skin looked like it was shrinking, he wondered if it was the cement drying it out.
I was calmly persistent. If I hadn't forced myself to swim already, I might not have been. Earlier, I told myself not to be such a wimp, to get outside in the wonderful hot weather that I yearned for the rest of the year. I gathered up my much needed supplies: my book, my glasses, a bottle of water and my phone. When I got out there, I realized I had forgotten my usual hat and sunglasses, but my chair was under an overhang, so I got over it.
Slowly, I pulled the solar cover back a few feet, only enough to allow me to "swim" in the low end, since I was alone. That's also where the jets from the solar panels are, and I planned on a warm massage. I jumped in.
The relief that shot through my body was exhilarating! I suddenly remembered why we opened the pool up this year and why I tend to it daily. I paddled a bit, then drifted in front of the jets. I felt years younger. I floated around peacefully, until I started to shiver.
I got out, sat on my chair and read my book. As the warm sun slowly took the wet chill from my toes, I lost track of time, just like I used to when I was young. A noise from the garage brought me back to reality, where I saw it was almost time for an appointment at the local farm. I left all my things beside the pool, went in the house to get dressed and drove off. My body had no stress left in it, I felt good in the dry clothing, like a baby in pjs after a bath.
When I got home, I cooked up a supper of fresh picked veggies. My husband hungrily ate it, and when he was done, I presented my invitation, carefully, and sweetly.
His tired expression appeared as if I had just added to his "to do" pile. I told him to finish what he needed to do, as I cleaned up the dishes. I told him to look at a post I made on a social network we belong to, and he did.
The post pointed out how I was going to the pool I went to 37 years ago that day, and hoped the hot guy I met there, back then, would be showing up. As he replied to the posts, I cleaned up.
We sat for a short time, and I checked out his burn. The looks of it scared me, so I became a bit more forward in my convincing, I wanted that arm in water, if not to cool the burn, to at least get the cement off of it. I told him he wouldn't be sorry once he took a dip.
He wasn't. He (as he put it) "took the plunge" and I could see the stress melt off his face. He looked relaxed, refreshed and carefree. The warm water soothed his burn, and his aching muscles.
When we were out and dressed, we took off on his motorcycle, to get some ice cream.
Me & the 18 year old boy I met 37 years ago.
