Kids opened the swimming pool season on Monday!
It was a rather cool, overcast day. We knew there would be thunderstorms in the afternoon. When the 2 younger kids asked to go to the pool, I was initially skeptical. It was kind of chilly! Also, I had work to do. Also, I was stressed out and wanted to hide somewhere with a book. And then I thought to myself: "Well... I could just bring a book to the pool and read there. And a walk to our neighborhood pool and back would force at least a tiny bit of much-needed exercise on me. And I barely spent any time hanging out with the kids over the long weekend... I should go!"
So I went. C and I walked over the the pool. H biked. E was already there because he was working as a lifeguard.
The water was a on the cold side, but not too bad (I put my toes in). There was no one else at the pool (one family stopped by for a couple of minutes but they left as soon as a light drizzle started up). I went to a lounge chair and opened my book. The girls jumped in and played in the water for about half an hour. And then they were cold/done/hungry. E jumped in for a few minutes during his break.
As C and I were walking home, it started raining - harder and harder. We were trying to hurry along, but it was kind of hard, wet flip-flops and all. So we draped a towel over our heads and giggled as we shuffled along the street. We must have been quite a sight.
It was fun and I told C that it should be on our summer to-do list from now on: getting soaked in the summer rain.
H, who stayed behind to hang out in a hot shower, caught up with us as we were nearing our house.
E got home a little later, after the pool company decided to close the pool.
The girls biked over to the pool again after school on Tuesday - they stayed about half an hour... They get bored if none of their friends are there. Also, the water is still pretty cold!
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The rabbits keep devouring things in our garden (they are digging under the fence and chicken wire to get in). Emotionally, I am somewhere between despair and murderous rage. Technically, rabbits are not kosher, but I may be beyond caring at this point. I really, really, really want rabbit stew. Because relocating a single rabbit that got caught in a trap inside our garden did not solve our problem.