It's another scorcher. Weather so predictably warm that I'm surprised the mosquitoes haven't found their feeding grounds yet. It's available. So many foolish and unruly individuals. Women, children and bastards alike. Here, sitting almost naked on rickity pool furniture; there wearing unattractive sun bonnets as they sip overpriced bottled water in the shade.
It's another scorcher and I'm sitting by the pool. "Why am I out here, instead of being lazy at home?" Crosses my mind. It's been crossing my mind for the past hour and a half. But right now it's being excessively persistent, so much so that I actually take note of it. And it's at this point that, thinking to myself; I realize. I don't have to be here. I'm here because I'm crazy enough to want to be here. Or rather it's because on the terms of my employment as a babysitter, I have no choice but to choose an athletic event of some varient so this overweight child will not be so overweight.
The pool is one of three options available to me. The first being a bike ride. My ass still hurts from the overly small seat. It's designed obviously for small-assed people. I am not a small-assed person. And so This one does the nasty jab to my tail bone that makes me cringe every time the pavement is uneven.
Then of course there is the Tennis option. I too hate this one. The court is fine, the rackets usable, the balls plausible and firm. It is the sun that gets me. And the fact that this kid is blind. And afraid of the fucking ball. It's as if I'm aiming at a wild rabbit. His startled shock as he flails the racket is more of a comic attraction than any form of exercise. It means nothing, and the most I'm exercising is my patience.
And so it is the pool that I have resorted to. The pool is as other standard ones for housing communities. It's big enough for people to comfortably swim in without too much elbow rubbing, and at the same time there is the fact that it is mostly clean (though once in a while some stupid mother lets their kid shit in the pool :/). I have nothing inherently against the pool, so much as the people who decide to use this facility. As it would stand I earn a minimum of 3 points for my 4squared account every time I check in here. And then again is the fact that because of the absence of houses in the immediate vicinity, the wind spirits can occasionally feel free to grace me with a gentle zephyr so as to keep the sweat from permeating into my being.
It is to this location that I have taken my ward so as to keep him within acceptable weight guidelines. And it is to this location that I have set up my dominion. I choose for my territory an unoccupied table with 4 chairs. It's less a chair and more of a structure by which cords of plastic have been lashed across. In this manner I found it possible that my big assed self would actually stretch several of the plastic cords apart and at the end of my reign I would find that my keys had found this secret crevice and by means of being the right size for it, had slipped through the fissure and almost made an untimely escape from my person.
Of course at the time of my typing this narrative I am once again within the reaches of an air-conditioned haven. Away from the troubles of the world and once again upon my beloved grimoire. I contemplate at this time the ramifications of typing further. For that would mean I am caring. And caring is bad. At the same I question why I would assume writing about myself is a sign of caring. Because it obviously isn't. It's more along the realms of me putting my ideas to paper (or at least to a digital screen).
The pool today was uneventful that is to say. I sat and read of Upton Sinclair. His masterpiece novel of how Capitalism is bad and Communism is magically going to save the world. Yes I think it's shortsighted and unrealistic, but my library is rather small and as such I take what I can have and read as I deem necessary. This piece fit my needs for the moment. That's enough to take my mind off of things that are closer hitting and biting. Like the prospects of the future.
And my still consistent unemployment issue. Or of how I know how to write but I don't know how to apply it. Or how I'm a brilliant mind but a troubled soul. And of course the list goes on and on. And what is further said is further and less known and thus improbable to make strange and unlikely notes of.
I have to get cooking soon. Maybe I'll revisit this post in a few. Good night if I don't. Later if I do?
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