I sat on the patio chaise in my usual summer morning attire of pajamas and barn boots, a basket of freshly gathered colorful eggs beside me, taking baby sips of my once again lukewarm thrice reheated coffee, and watched Hayden happily dash from slip and slide to swimming pool and back again.
I knew Patrick would pretend to be annoyed when he returned from work and saw the grass clippings floating in the pool, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything to Hayden about the mess he was making as he ran through the grass shouting, “I love the sound of nature!” before catapulting himself into the water. Crows must be music to his little ears.
The air was still. And hot. The usual breeze was noticeably absent, and I wiggled my sticky toes uncomfortably in my overheated rubber boots. The water sparkled and shimmered and beckoned me in.
I briefly considered going inside to dig through my disastrous closet in search of a bathing suit, but it sounded like far too much effort. Yet sweat was forming at the small of my back, and the water looked so inviting….
My Silly Monkeys 