Now don't get me wrong, I love the beach. It is an unbelievable experience feeling the sand squish between your toes after months away. I dream across the ocean there is someone looking right back at me. It is wonderous to know there is a whole other world waiting across water. As dreamy as the beach is, I just can't get in that beautiful water. I can only appreciate it from afar.
The pool. Now the pool and I have no big dreams. I enjoy watching my kiddos splash in freedom, but there is no endless expanse in a 10 x 20 tub of chlorine. I am not enamored by the crash of the ocean, no feeling of the sand between my toes -- just not there. So I spend my time with a good non fiction and concrete decking.
The biggest problem I have with both is floating things. My own pet peeve that will haunt me until my death. If it floats in the water -- no thank you. I'm talking about a huge group of items; paper, plastic, fish, jelly fish, sticks, mud, and the worst seaweed.
So for now, I will keep my feet on the sand and concrete. There is a safe place there - from things that float.
