Lounging at the Pool

I went to Marilee's today for some relaxation and catch-up time. Tiffany and Marilee's kids were meeting to play together and i was tagging along for some good conversation. We headed off to Her mom's house for the pool. There were so many kids there. . . it was wonderful. The gardens were absolutely beautiful and so was the company. Tiffany has been in the place where i am now. . . the two week and waiting place of over analyzing, doubt, impatience, pure excitement and hopefulness. Knowing and talking wit h someone who has been there always helps.

Yesterday's beach day was relaxing. It gave me time to think and to pray and to ponder and to wonder, and to worry, and to analyze, and to hurt, and to be peaceful and to pray some more. We were there for hours, as we read, people watched, napped, and swam. I have to blog about his woman that i saw. I was trying to hold in the laughter so hard i was crying. This eccentric looking lady wearing a black and white cover up (that did not cover enough up) with many different ying-yangs surrounded by an outlind of a sun and moon. The bottom of the cover-up was not hemmed straight. Rather, it was cut jaggedly, to aid in the blowing-in-the-wind kind of look. She was probably in her forties and life looked like it had been pretty hard on her. . .wrinkly, obese, leathery, witchy. She walked in front of us as her cover-up blew back catching the wind and exposing a black full piece bathing suit. She was carrying one of those stadium foam seat things and i was wondering where she was going. The beauty about reading on the beach is that you can basically peer over your book through your sunglasses and stare at people without them knowing. It is a people watcher's dream. Anyway, as i was watching her, i was wondering why she was going to sit apart from her family. . . and then i realized that her family probably was glad she didn't look associated with them. She stopped close to us. She put the foam seat flat on the sand, got down on her hands and knees and started looking towards the sky then to the sand then to the sky, and so on. Her bathing suit butt pointed in our direction the whole time. . . not pointed towards the dune, but towards us. Next she started rolling her back and then squatting and breathing heavy. I nudged TJ to take a look and right when he looked She had spaced her legs apart and bent down with her cover-up ferociously blowing in the lake breeze. We saw all the lumps and bumps on her thighs and her wide bottom scarcely covered by an over-stretched bathing suit. We almost died. I loudly said, "This book is hilarious." We then watched (over our books, of course) her do several other yogo moves. The puking cat, the clumsy cobra, the begging lady, the wobbly tree. The wobbly tree was the best. If you are familiar with yogo, in the high winds the lady was trying to do the tree stance, but she kept having to put her leg down because she could not get her balance. When she finally did, she put her hands up in the air and let her cover-up fly away from her front and whip around her back, like a super hero. It was hilarious.