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THE OLD CURMDGEON
SUMMERTIME. . .
. . . And the living is easy, fish are jumpin’, blah, blah, blah.
Summertime is still my favorite time of the year. I always look forward to the opening of the pool at Philipps. Though it looked for awhile like Philipps might not open for the 2011 season, a group of people who must really like to swim or sunbathe took the initiative to reform the place as a nonprofit soscial club, so the season will open on schedule on Saturday, May 28.
Although I no longer swim a dozen or so laps, and I can no longer throw myself, twisting and spinning, off the high board (which has been removed for insurance purposes), I still enjoy basking in the sun, soaking up the rays. I no longer worry about the cancers it might cause. If they ain’t got me by now, I doubt if they will.
I have spent a lot of my life submerged in water, so much, in fact, that some parts of my body are permanently pruney, so I don’t even go in the water very often.
I still enjoy watching the young babes, in their skimpier and skimpier bathing suits. Unfortunately, they seem to get younger and younger every year and those skimpy swim suits are more often diapers.
I still enjoy the couple of weeks we spend at the beach every year. There is nothing more relaxing than sitting on a hot beach drinking a cold bottle of beer.
Sadly, I no longer drink beer, but I still enjoy watching the dolphins and the pelicans diving for fish, even the gulls, fighting each other for crumbs but now it is the abundance of fresh seafood that is available there that attracts me more than the ocean.
I fly a kite once in awhile. I keep experimenting with smaller and smaller ones these days. Not like it used to be, when my kids and I would fill up the sky with a whole flotilla of them.
We used to catch crabs at the beach, lots of them. We caught them by the dozens, cooked them and ate them. They couldn’t have been fresher of tastier. Now when I want crabs I drive up to Austin’s fish market. They are almost as fresh and almost as good, but some how it’s not the same.
Alas, the bird of time has but a little way to fly, and lo, the bird is on the wing.
(Apologies to Omar)
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