Pool opening day is a special event for my whole family The joyous union of my children, husband and father coming together for such a special event is almost more than any sane person can comprehend. The mere thought of all us standing around the still-covered pool looking first at the pool cover then each other sends chills down my spine. Opening the pool this year was even more special than some of the previous years. Pool opening, as well as many other special events in the life of a family, are memories that will endure a lifetime. Thankfully, most of “special moment” memories are distorted just enough in the future to make the family laugh instead of want to strangle each other as the actual event unfolds.
While the pool is still covered hope remains. I can only imagine that those standing around the “beast” are offering up silent prayers (like I do) that this years unveiling will go smoothly; that all those involved will remain at least on speaking terms when the event is complete. Personally, I pray to my Higher Power that my tongue will be seasoned with kindness and my actions will be controlled so as not to “accidentally” push anyone into the pool.
In my humble opinion, herein lies the main problem when opening the pool. Nobody listens to me. Everybody involved has their own idea how things should be done and when things don’t work out; others are blamed. In my opinion, if everyone would just let me run the show things would run so smoothly. Instead, my father has to point out my mistakes, and I, in turn have to point out my husband’s mistakes, and my husband has to point the blame on one thing or another that our children have done wrong until there isn’t anyone else to blame except for the dogs (and trust me, they get blamed as well). Don’t get the wrong impression, we don’t just start out yelling and screaming at each other. We start out calmly and build up to a frenzied crescendo like any other respectable family does. As the mid-day sun rises and the temperature increases; so do the tempers.
All of the fussing and fighting up to this point is expected and may be even a little understood as normal. It’s only when the “disaster” happens that tempers really flare. Now, I’m sure you’re saying to yourself, like I say to myself, ‘if they would only listen to me disasters wouldn’t happen.” My point exactly. If only everyone would do exactly as I say, things would just work out flawlessly. Life and pool openings would be nirvana. Well, needless to say nobody listens to me, life isn’t ecstasy and disaster happens.
Something like the pool cover falling into the pool dumping all the debris the family has meticulously tried to avoid happens.
Silence. Pure unadulterated silence. Nobody says a word; all hoping that the mud slowly infecting the pool is only a figment of our imagination. This can’t be happening. No. Stop.
Without warning, the first swear word is uttered…and then another…and then another until the only words spoken are the words one can not find in Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary. Fingers are pointing, blame is being laid at everyone’s feet without anyone really knowing how the hideous event actually unfolded.
…and so, summer is officially here…let the fun in the sun begin….