My white trash love story

I love summer.  I love the heat.  I love laying out.  I love the pool and the grill and my cheap above ground plastic pool.  I just turned to the husband to confirm the pool is plastic.  I guess it is vinyl.  Whatever.  It fits a few inflatable lounge chairs(equipped with cup holders) and a floating beer cooler the husband purchased this year.  Kid #1 found himself in trouble quite often this summer.  I found myself a very capable pool boy.( Having a man-child with ADD does have its advantages!)

This marked the first year the husband actually enjoyed the pool.  Probably because he bought the floating cooler negating the need to physically retrieve beer from anywhere other than right in front of his face.  It also marked the first year I enjoyed him being in the pool with me.  Probably because he bought the cooler ON SALE.

The husband does not generally buy stuff on sale.  I swear if he was ever subjected to the sheer agony of walking into a department store to purchase his own pair of jeans the outcome would be predictable.  There would be two pairs of the exact same jeans hanging in front of him.  One would be marked $20.00.  The other would be tagged $40.00.  He would do some simple math in his head and pick the $40.00 pair because they would be better quality.  Even if they were the exact same pair.  (Hey-he knew I was Jewish when he married me!)

The husband works outside.  In August we had a week of real scorchers.  He would come home, occasionally I would feed the kids, and then we would retreat to the pool with a 12-pack.  Or more.  And stay there.

One evening, the sun was going down and the rays were hidden behind one of our three ugly pine trees.  But we still had a few beers left.  The husband fell silent for a few minutes while gazing into the field behind our backyard.  I closed my eyes and aimlessly floated with a Bass in my hand until he abruptly interrupted my quiet moment of bliss.

“Baby, if that pine wasn’t in the way we could get another hour of sun,” he declared, climbing out of his lounge chair.

I giggled, silently pleased he was getting OUT of the pool to pee.  And then I heard the chainsaw.

Maybe I should have been concerned that the husband chose to operate a dangerous piece of equipment 8 beers in.  Maybe I should have considered the ramifications of him chopping down a tree that directly affects the amount of sunlight that filters directly through the window in front of our kitchen table.  Maybe I should have been worried about what the neighbors thought as the tree brushed against the power lines on its way down.

Nope.  We had one more hour of sunshine! (And no power!)

The ironic part of the story is that my husband is a lineman.  Thankfully, he works for a different power company than the one that supplies our electricity.  Thankfully, that power company is less than a mile from our house.

The trouble truck pulled into the rocky road between our house and the neighbor’s.  (We have about an acre.)  The husband, back in the pool, starts shooting the shit with the guys sent out to fix the problem.  They’re talking back and forth while I’m still floating in the pool.

“You think I should put my bathing suit back on?” I asked the husband.

The pool is now packed away.  Summer is officially over.  Thank God for vitamin D and college football.

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