This is a terrible picture from a technical standpoint, but it's what I was looking for from a memory standpoint. Remember, this was pre-digital, so we never knew what we got until we developed the film. Knowing a bit more about photography, it's pretty darn difficult to take decent photos in a pool--especially with a mix of full sun and full shade.
Last week I posted the photo of the kids sitting under a tree, reading (kudos to Gary for noticing a not-yet-born child's absence). This week's photo is from the club where I started spending my summers from the time I was 12. It's kind of cool to have shared it with my own children.
A summer day for us when the kids were the ages they are in this pic would have been for us to hit the pool by 9 a.m., spend the morning, come home for lunch and naps, go back in the afternoon and have pizza on the pool deck with Mr. Fix-it joining us after work. We might not get home until it was time for bath and storytime (we did nightly baths as a matter of our evening routine--clean wasn't always the point).
Grownup Girl did a lot of summer camps, so there were many days I was on my own and I remember one memorable occasion from the very summer this photo was taken when I kept one hand resting on Social Butterfly's leg as she was mid-diaper-change on the lounge chair and stretched the other just in time to snag the ankle of a pool-bound Danger Boy just before he hit the water.
Of course, there were other mothers and families who spent their days the same way we did (and I am in awe of the privilege this was for us all), so there was always conversation and camaraderie and adult beverages once in a while. Even for a mom, summer had a magical cast. Until the last two weeks when you weren't sure you had what it took to get to the back-to-school-day-summer-finish-line.
Sunday, Mr. Fix-it and I had a friend of mine and her daughter over for swimming and dinner and a game of Apples-to-Apples. For the first time this summer, I sat on the deck of the pool where I used to be a fixture. It was a sweet life. Not that I'd still want to be doing it, but it is fun to contemplate being an occasional visitor in that world--I would love for a third generation to grow up swimming there.
I'm gearing up for a short, but very busy, work week after a great last-one-of-summer weekend. A concert in a friend's backyard--Steve Poltz; sooo much fun and a wee bit overly-drinky, the movie Elyseum on Saturday, the aforementioned pool and BBQ, and kayaking in the Big Bay today. And STILL I had time to watch most of Season 2 of Brothers and Sisters. Tonight it's homemade chocolate chip cookies and Breaking Bad. Mr. Fix-it is staying in San Diego for a work week for the first time in several weeks, and that's a nice change.
I'm still about six weeks from being able to pull out boots and tights weather wise, but it's beginning to feel like another changing season.