The pool. It’s just not that much of a thrill anymore, at least for me. And while Saki loves it, Shane shies away from it. In fact, he ran right into the house when Joan filled it up. “No, it’s not a bath,” she called after him. But, did he listen? (Rhetorical question.) In short, neither of us pool anymore. And, as Opa would say, "So gehts im Leben."
At my age, you get more relaxed about life. You stay near the air-conditioning unit; you don’t run across waxed floors; you don’t go on walks on hot days, noisy days, or even rainy days. You do pretty much what you want. And isn’t that the way it should be? (Another rhetorical question.)
Best wishes, Juno
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