Still waters run deep (still)
As darkness settles in, my toes are tingling. It might have something to do with my standing in a mud puddle, bare feet, for the last few hours. Still trying to move water from there to the other there, without use of magic or a bucket brigade. Might need to resort to that measure tomorrow morning. The pool liner people are still scheduled for the morning, and the water is supposed to be gone. I wonder how many rolls of super absorbent [fill in the brand name here] paper towels might be required?
The tape patch on the broken hose is not state of the art, and the inflow of air quickly matches the outflow of water. By the end of the shift this evening, I was good for about three minutes before the stop and start again routine. The only positive point (other than a mark on the wall of the pool that I used as a reference) was some good political chit-chat with son #3. I’ll veer him to socialism before many more years go by.
In the news today, a private school near Sherbrooke, QC had to call in the first string hypnotist, after the relief “pitcher” left a group entranced. You can’t make this stuff up. After a local performance, some kids were still walking around with that look. You know, the look: “The eyes were open and there was nobody home.”
Two things come to mind. One, I’ll leave out because I don’t want to insult a whole generation. The other is the main thing I “took away” from a year of special studies in psychology. There is no state of mesmerization, just a willing suspension of disbelief.
