So the stock exchange is melting, my tax dollars have just been used to buy up bad debt as the country nationalized the foreclosure business and Sarah Palin stands closer than ever to the Oval Office ---> but yesterday the sun shone, the temperatures hit 28c and my attention was pulled toward a far more pressing matter; where can you find an outdoor pool, in Michigan, in mid September.
The answer - you can't. Unless you're a member of a snooty club or you're a naturist who doesn't mind sharing your rays with the leathered and gnarled bodies of people who have spent too long shunning dermatological advice to worry about it now. And why do naturists SO love those 'slatted ribbon' loungers? Surely they're an accident waiting to happen - how many dangly old guys have stood up quickly and felt the pang of early castration, huh?
As neither option really appealed to me I spent yesterday at the gym, at Pilates and then driving - quickly from lake to lake and farm to farm. Much fun to be had on twisty, narrow, unpoliced roads (legal fun of course) and as my car doesn't really come to life at speeds below 60mph it was nice to get out and see what all the Mustang fuss is about. Still managed to average 27.7mpg (that's 33.1mph for you big gallon Brits) - so not too bad a blast.
Today it's small appliance shopping with a friend who has a new place and no toaster / George Foreman Grill / Kettle - while Jude sends out the last of her 'jock packages'. Lovely.
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