Pool Party
As I said before, the swimming pool is the happening place here at Villa Del Sol. If the sun's out, and you've got a swimming suit, that's where you go to hang out. The pool's heated to a luxious 90 degrees and it's a great place to meet people. Need I say more? I'm in!
But I must admit, I was a bit timid about making my first trip to the pool. I knew no one. And then, the thought of meeting everyone for the first time in a swimming suit!?! I know! I doesn't get much scarier than that!
But some how I gathered up the courage, and within a day or two, Jer and I ventured down the two flights to check it out for the first time. The pool gate was a little bit tricky. Wouldn't you know, my nervous fidgeting caused the noisy gate bar to clumsily introduce us with a few "cling" and "clangs"! Sure! Just what I wanted - more attention! And why is it that everything is made for right handers? (Well at least that's what I blame it on.) But no worries. Several pleasant voices instructed us how to get in. It's a simple reach in and lift the bar process. Who'd have guessed!
My anxiety was quickly laid to rest, as the gentlemen advised Jer of the most comfortable chair to select, and the gals, bless their hearts, welcomed me with warm smiles and introductions. Wonderful! These were my kind of people! My worries were over!
So let me introduce to you a few of my new found pool friends:
So, I'll catch ya at the pool ladies! Don't forget you sunglasses and your swim noodles!
But I must admit, I was a bit timid about making my first trip to the pool. I knew no one. And then, the thought of meeting everyone for the first time in a swimming suit!?! I know! I doesn't get much scarier than that!
But some how I gathered up the courage, and within a day or two, Jer and I ventured down the two flights to check it out for the first time. The pool gate was a little bit tricky. Wouldn't you know, my nervous fidgeting caused the noisy gate bar to clumsily introduce us with a few "cling" and "clangs"! Sure! Just what I wanted - more attention! And why is it that everything is made for right handers? (Well at least that's what I blame it on.) But no worries. Several pleasant voices instructed us how to get in. It's a simple reach in and lift the bar process. Who'd have guessed!
My anxiety was quickly laid to rest, as the gentlemen advised Jer of the most comfortable chair to select, and the gals, bless their hearts, welcomed me with warm smiles and introductions. Wonderful! These were my kind of people! My worries were over!
So let me introduce to you a few of my new found pool friends:
- Marty - she's the cute little blonde with the the fashionable sun hat. When I see her, I think of Mitzi Gaynor. You remember Mitzi, don't you? The beautiful, bright eyed actress/dancer in South Pacific? Yep! Marty is Mitzi! She's from Ohio and she's adorable!
- Donna - she's the younger one with the cute blonde bob haircut. Now to me, she's Florence Hendersen. If that name doesn't spur any memories, try Carol Brady - the mom of the Brady Bunch. Florence, I mean, Donna is a retired nurse and is very knowledgeable. She's from Wisconsin and is very pleasant and cordial. I always enjoy speaking with her!
- And there's Barb. Barb's the oldest of the group but is generally one of the first ones to hop in. When I think of Barb, I think of Bea Arthur. Remember Dorothy on the Golden Girls? That's Barb! She's smart, strong, very grounded and especially proud of her sons who are Kansas State graduates. You guessed it - Barb's from Kansas! There's always plenty to talk about when Barb is at the pool.
So, I'll catch ya at the pool ladies! Don't forget you sunglasses and your swim noodles!
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