Quite unexpectedly, I found myself swimming in the pool at my neighbor's house. The party has been so good up to that point that I hardly dared interrupt to point out the girls' error: that I was not, in fact, wearing a swimming suit but instead an expensive wool suit and silk tie, both in a rather dashing shade of gray. Really, it wasn't their fault as much as mine. I knew it was a pool party when I came over. I even knew that many of the attendants were inebriated, so really, what did I expect? In their defense, they had no way of knowing that I just wanted them to turn the music down; they couldn't hear me over the rough beat of the enormous speakers. And to be quite honest, I hadn't been swimming in such a long time that it wasn't impossible to derive some slight joy from the feel of water in my leather shoes.
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I like this.
ReplyDeleteIt's an ode to James Herriot, a vet and famous memoirist from the mid 1900s. He wrote a book series which Delight introduced me to and also you should read some.
ReplyDeleteHe had a habit of being dragged into situations, but he's just such an awesome guy.
I know that series.
ReplyDeleteI now want to read that. Also, I really liked this, it's sort of melancholily hilarious.
ReplyDeleteJames Herriot taught me how to swear. Mom gave me all of his books to read, growing up, and I loved them--and so, when I'd accidentally kick something and yell "Blood hell!", and she got upset, I'd just gently remind her where the source for my inspiration came from. :)
ReplyDeleteWe just finished the first book and HELEN WHAT
ReplyDeleteJames officially wins at courtship.