I had a meeting at which I needed to attend - and I was really hoping to avoid the 115 degree temps, but alas, that was not meant to be. I am pretty lucky that this client despises their partners to wear suits. Thin trousers and a golf shirt is considered overdressed for these folks, but that is the most casual I'm willing to go while on business.
Still, it was warm, there is no denying that - dry heat or not.
Ruckiry (not Jon's boss) I had an outlet. Two.
I had the option to go swimming - either in the hotel pool, which was the plan. Or I could go over to David and Duck's house and take a dip there.
Now I love my Davey, but I should have opted for the hotel. That man made me work! I had to fucking skim the pool!!! And skim and skim and skim.
Actually, I did not mind it that much. After I got a rhythm going, it calmed my OCD and I really wanted that pool clean clean clean. I mean, it was not meant to be....too many very little floaty things, but still it cleaned up quite nicely.
Then I dove in - after doing a presto-change-o on the back patio from short to my swim suit. No one was any the wiser. Man-oh-man did that water feel good.
David and I just floated around the pool for about an hour as my core body temperature came back to pseudo-normal. We just chatted about jobs, family and stuff. I got all pruned and it felt great. Duck opted not to swim and stay in the AC. He was probably the wise one.
The odd thing was, getting out of the pool. It was still over 100 degrees outside at this time, and I FROZE getting out of the water. How is this possible? The air was still 20+ degrees warmer than the water, yet there I was with high beams on, along with goosebumps and shivering just a bit until the towel dried me off.
After that though, it was off to the dog park with David, Duck, Bonnie and Molly. The latter being their two cocker spaniels. One black, one blonde.
They were the sweetest dogs who loved my attention and the feeling was mutchal (as they'd say in Young Frankenstein).
I had never been to a dog park. It was a wild time of canines running around sniffing, wrestling, chasing balls, wanting pets and of course, the occassional growl. The girls were so well behaved and so cute - it was great to see. It made me want a dog a little more, but I don't know of a dog park in Cleveland. And....well....I'm rarely there these days anyways.
Here's a quick pic of Duck, David, the two girls and a wanna be play pal who got no love from Molly or Bonnie. Girls!
Today, it's off to L.A. I haven't been there in years. It's work, but I'm sure I'll try to see a friend or two, if schedules mesh.
Song by: Any Trouble