Author: The Jody

Okay, I think in the past 48 hours, I’ve spent 8 in my sister’s pool. Now before you say “are you insane!? It’s September 21st! You’ll die of pneumonia!” let me remind you that they bought a heater for the pool, so really it’s like swimming in a giant hot tub. Yesterday it was a little TOO hot (like, pushing 100) but they turned it down and today it was perfect. I mean, just exactly the most perfect temperature ever ever. There were 4 adults and 5 kids in the pool and I kid you not when I say we were all in there for at least 3 hours straight. My mom used to call me a fish, and Junior is three times what I ever was. I mean, for a kid who never liked to get his face wet, you cannot drag him out of the pool, ever. HOURS he’ll spend in there. I mean, I can think of worse thing for him to do for 5 hours straight, you know?

But man, I’m completely wasted. And I had to come home to do a little laundry and pick up the house some, just because we haven’t been home much since Friday night. Except I just want to go to bed. Being in their pool is like taking a gigantic bath, and you know how you feel all sleepy after a bath. But tomorrow night I’m going to the Red Sox game, so I had to get some laundry done now. I like wearing clothes to work. Ugh. Work. So soon?

I’m sad that it’s so late in the year – they people are coming to close it up for the season around October 11th. I can’t believe we’re going to have to wait like 8 MONTHS before we can have a day like today again. *sigh*

Now sure, they can get a little more swimming in, but it’s not going to be the same when it’s only 60 out. Yesterday was about 83, today was 77. We blew off the Johnny Appleseed parade to spend the day in the pool and I’d do it again. Cause I like being in the pool. If I’m willing to jam myself into a bathing suit in public, you know I must enjoy it.

I’m almost sad to be home and in the house. Time for bed, though. We had the Johnny Appleseed festival (pretty decent, but dudes, figure out the parking. I was thisclose to saying “screw it” and just driving home. Have you considered doing a shuttle bus from the Watertower Plaza or something?

Supposed to be in the 80’s here today – so forgive me as I say “BYE!” and you watch my dust as I head out to enjoy it.

p.s. Now I’m concerned. I thought I’d only lost a shirt that I liked (black, short sleeved) but this morning I couldn’t find my jean shorts, the ones that actually fit and look decent. So now I’m missing two articles of clothing – did I accidently leave them up in NH when we spent the weekend? What else am I missing? I’m pretty ticked off right now…I loved that shirt AND the shorts. Grrrr.

The corporate homepage here at work carries some Reuters headlines – you get to customize which ones you want included in your default view, and I have three of them selected. During the day I peek at the page just too see what the headlines are. Just now I saw two listed on the Entertainment feed – don’t you just hate when your drafts go out to the universe?

Here is what it says now:

Bright, Sunny, Spring Seen on NY Catwalks

But here is what it said 30 minutes earlier:

Bright, Sunny, Jobless Spring Seen on NY Catwalks [my emphasis]

I finally read the article to see if the original was just a mistake, and halfway down the article it says the shows don’t include many interview outfits. Really? Any time I’ve seen any pictures from a fashion show, I’ve NEVER seen anything I would wear to an interview – unless it was with Mr. Barnum or Mr. Bailey.

I didn’t need to put my hurricane emergency plan into place. (J-Mo – Beefaroni is canned pasta from the Chef Boyardee Company. You live in a Beefaroni-free world?) Well, I did go to bed relatively early, but I stayed up reading. And doing a little bit of this cross-stitch towel thing that I bought probably two years ago. I found it when I was looking for the pipe cleaners for Junior’s art project, so I decided to start it. I figure if I do even 15 minutes worth of it a day, I may have it done this year! Woo!

I’m still reading the previously-mentioned book. It sort of settled down into a more normal romance novel, if you can get past the story line that there’s someone breaking into homes to steal hand-crocheted underwear. Yes, our plucky heroin is famous for her handmade panties (oh that should pick up some Google traffic). At one point she didn’t want to tell a potential suitor that she made them because she didn’t want to bare her artistic soul or something or other. I should find the passage.