Day one of flexible time... and Whitman beckons...

The pool is up and filled. Now, we wait for a few days (I hope only a few) for the water to warm up to a safe temperature. The nights are still darn chilly, so it'll likely be a few days, at the least. But it's up. That's a symbol of hope. 

I'm officially not showered or have I had breakfast, and it's after 8am. That means a lot; summer break time! I have bathroom cleaning and weed killing (using vinegar) on the docket. Both can wait a bit. I have, quite literally, all day. 

That rings nicely in my ear. 

Meg and I may take Holly to the park to play later on; that will (I hope) keep her from agitating to get in the pool. She spent the better part of the afternoon yesterday running in circles in the spray from the sprinkler. She is a funny kid-- does not like to be too hot, doesn't mind cold water. That said I mind it, and since it's likely me that will get in the pool with her most often, that water better be closer to bath water temps. 

But I digress-- Father's (s') day was decent, and the weather was perfect. Yes, my gas grill scorched the hotdogs and burgers a bit (we need new heat thingies), but other than that, things were great. Today, I will try to remember to figure out the make/model number for replacement parts. 

I have the time. And, as always, Whitman ("Song of the Open Road" section 15): 

Allons! the road is before us!

It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well—be not detain’d!

Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the shelf unopen’d!

Have a good day,

C