It’s a beautiful weekend morning so I decide to enjoy my coffee on the back patio. Wearing a short summer nightgown and matching robe, I pour a full cup of black coffee and step on the porch. Taking a seat in my nicely cushioned patio chair, I take my first sip.
Oh my goodness. Look at my wilted plants! No wonder. Yesterday was a record high temperature for the month of May. That basil won’t live if it doesn’t get some water. So I stand up, turn on the hose and water all the bedding plants, all the pot plants, the hanging baskets and…the pool deck.
Time for a sip of coffee as I walk by the patio table. Darn, it’s cold. Into the house for a quick refill.
Stepping back on the porch for a second time, I place the piping hot cup on the patio table, but before I sit down… I spot those leaves piling up in a corner of the deck near the pool. They do look bad and might blow into the pool.
So I drag the trashcan over to the leaves and scoop them up with my bare hands to throw them away. There, that looks so much better. And, as long as my hands are dirty, there are similar piles under the bushes. So before I know it, I’ve filled half a trashcan with leaves. I roll the trashcan next to the grill.
The grill. We are going to use it tonight and it really needs cleaning. I decide to go inside and get cleaning supplies and paper towels. Besides, that cup of coffee needs warming up.
Back outside armed with fresh coffee and de-greasers, I decide first to hose off the bottom shelf of the grill that has collected a lot of dirt. Oops. I turn it on too fast and get my robe wet. Besides, the sun is really getting higher and that cotton robe is too hot anyway. Off goes the robe. Feeling much cooler, I can really put some elbow grease into this job. Back to the grill for a thorough scrubbing. Before I know it, it looks fantastic. Now I can relax for a minute.
Until I spy the spots on the windows caused by the water spray of the hose. Back inside for window cleaner, clean towels and another refill of coffee. Come to think of it. It’s getting really hot out there. I’d rather have a tall glass of ice water.
Down to my shortie nightgown, I step back on the porch and start cleaning those windows. A few minutes later, the windows look great, but the towels are dirty. Back inside, I start a load of towels in the laundry. Now where was I? Oh yeah, relaxing on the porch.
I am just going to sit here for a few minutes, catch my breath and enjoy that ice water before I start the day’s activities. I take a long cool sip but, from the corner of my eye, I can see it.
Across the pool in a planter box behind it, a tall weed is showing its ugly self in the midst of beautifully emerging flowers. How had I missed that?
Easy enough. I tiptoe around the narrow brick coping around the back of the hot tub and pool, carefully hanging on to the brick planter boxes to avoid falling into the pool. I glance down, watching each of my steps.
Wow, that pool is looking good. Pretty, clear and blue. The kids are coming over today with my granddaughter to break it in for the first time this season. The service technician had to put a lot of chlorine in a few days ago, but he said that we could swim in it today. He said he might even stop by to check on it.
The kids! I have to get back inside and shower, get dressed and start working on the food we’ll be tossing on the grill. What time is it anyway? I glance back at the clock across the patio. Gracious, three hours since I first stepped outside in my PJs.
Concentrate, concentrate. One more foot and I’ll be close enough to pull out that weed. Precariously perched with feet hip distance apart, rear in the air, I reach down to grasp the weed from the wet ground, just as the wind catches the hem of my nightie and lifts it over my back. At that opportune time, I hear the familiar voice of my pool technician across the deck, but very much behind me. “Mrs. Underwood?”
And that’s how I mooned the repairman.