I might have mentioned that the news lately has me on edge, and some personal changes on the horizon have me a little on edge, and, face it, I’m still not getting the exercise I need.
But one thing calms me: Cleaning my pool. It gives me a chance to get outside, and I can watch the clouds in the sky and the ripples in the water while listening to the sounds of brushing the precipitant chlorine crystals. I think I would do it every day if I could. The first part of the job is backwashing and rinsing the filter, and I empty the skimmer baskets while doing so.
Yesterday, the first one I emptied had the usual leaves, bugs, and a dead frog in it. I dumped it out of the fence and saw something I couldn’t immediately identify. It was kind of round, patterned, and a little bigger than a fifty cent piece (which might not be helpful to you damn kids, but it’s not very big). I studied it, wondering if it was one of the boys’ pool toys that I’d have to go out and retrieve. As I studied it, it rocked a bit and turned over. It was a baby turtle, and it beat tiny feet away from the pool area.
Then, at about five thirty, a doe whitetail dear brought her fawn across our back yard, and the fawn was smaller than a dog. I managed to get my wife to the back windows in time to see it running off into the neighbor’s pasture, which provided her with a bright spot for her day as well.
You know, I’m not an especially cuddly person, but a couple glimpses of the wildlife as well as the time outside serves me better than long days in front of the computer. Unfortunately, they don’t pay as well.
