bliss . . .

the three times a year, no good, horrible, nasty job . . .  is half done.  tomorrow this time i will be gently rocking poolside, sipping mint juleps, languidly waving a fan, whilst ensconced under a parasol, eating cucumber sandwiches . . .

oh snap.  that's not my life.  sigh. 

but, all of the furniture has been bleached and scrubbed, the toys got a bath too.  As soon as the 9TS comes back with the industrial bleach, the deck itself gets scrubbed. 

and then I move in.  book in hand floating around and around.  it's my favorite summer spot.  come on in, the water's fine.