Yesterday we went to the beach. We needed a change and I thought
the beach would be the perfect destination after all these days at the pool.
Last year the beach was my favorite place. I dreaded going to the pool as I felt like I didn’t belong there, like it was too formal. But I’ve changed! I hated the beach. I hated everything from the sand and mud to the rednecks with the NASCAR mouths. I hated the scenery, how my ass felt after sitting on the sand for a few minutes and I hated the smell. The children reeked of dead fish when they got out of the water; I refused to even get in.
The pool is squeaky clean, at the beach we heard people talking
about peeing in the water and then aahing about the warm water they were in at the moment. I must also mention that these were adults. The smell of the water was horrid and it was brown as most lake water is around here therefore you couldn’t see the bottom. The lake also has rankings as to how much bacteria is in the water at the time. The lake was deemed safe to swim in but it still makes a person wonder. I never wonder if the pool water is safe to swim in.
A man (with a lot of missing teeth) approached and asked if the
kids wanted to play with a frog. In his hands he was holding a huge bull frog. The kids loved seeing this wonderful creature. We also saw a large soft shell turtle that was going to lay eggs on the beach but we scared it away when we arrived. The dragonflies were also in abundance and although they are beautiful to watch, anyone that lives around here knows that dragonflies are attracted to polluted water.
At the pool there are lifeguards to enforce the rules, at the beach its swim at your own risk. One of the redneck children (and I say that
with the utmost respect) lost their water noodle and it floated beyond the ropes where swimming is prohibited. A water noodle has a value of about one dollar. Redneck Ma couldn’t bear to see junior cry so she went past the ropes to get the item. Thankfully she didn’t drown and returned the noodle to the crying child.
At the pool on a good day I get to feel a lawn chair under my butt. At the beach it’s sand which is not enough cushion for this butt. It was also difficult for me to get up. But Will enjoyed playing in the sand and
building a sandcastle but to trump that, our swimming pool has a huge sand area for the kids to play in. (And I never worry about raccoon shit being buried in the sand at the pool.)
But they say change is good and I guess that’s true as I now appreciate the pool way more than I used to. It was an experience to say the
least, one that I don’t want to have again for a while.
What say you, pool or beach?