Let’s Go to The Pool

It is the middle of July, and it’s getting hot. We are in full summer mode. I mean, it’s not hot in Hawaii, because the trade winds keep a nice breeze blowing and it has been a little bit rainy and cool at times, but back on the East Coast…this is the month you can actually fry an egg on the pavement. Checking on the weather in Jersey right now at noon their time and it is currently 88 degrees, but it says it feels like 90 and going up to 93. Not the worst I have seen, but still pretty unbearable.

These are the days where a couple of things could happen. 1. You stay indoors all day in the air conditioning or have a fan right on top of you. 2. If you have quick access, you might head down the shore or to the lake for the day and spend time cooling off in the water. Or 3. Head over to the local community pool. Growing up in Baltimore, we were 3 hours from Ocean City, Maryland, so heading down the ocean on a whim was rare. So, it was either the AC or the pool. If I could, I would choose the pool every time.

As a family we were not members of the Five Oaks Swim Club in Catonsville, but I had a lot of friends who were and was invited to go spend the day on a guest pass many times when the temperature got to be too much. Sometimes the plan was set a few days in advance, but usually it was a quick phone call that morning, asking if I could go. The answer was always yes and then there was the quick scramble to get ready and pack my bag.

I would grab a towel and a change of clothes that I would stuff into a backpack with a book. (Like Rory Gilmore from Gilmore Girls, I always have a book on me.) Then my mother would slather me in suntan lotion, with warnings to reapply throughout the day. My sister and brother have been blessed with that nice Italian skin that tans the second they walk out the door…I have been given the Irish skin that goes from white to red to white again. The only time I have ever tanned has been here in Hawaii, and not even a nice deep tan, more like a light khaki color. Oh well, at least it keeps the wrinkles away, LOL.

Walking out the door, my mother would give me some money for snacks, and I was off to enjoy a great day with friends. Community pools are always crowded and always lots of fun. You have the kids, who are splashing around and playing marco polo in the pool, the lifeguard yelling at us for running around the pool and goofing off too close to the edge and then you have the parents, just lounging in their deck chairs, not paying any attention to us. It’s a day filled with cannon balls and diving off the high dive. I never learned how to dive, but I wasn’t going to miss out on the fun of everybody climbing up to the highest point and landing in the pool. After watching all my friends make pretty dives and landing gracefully in the pool, it was my turn. I would climb up there, make a face at everybody and then just jump spastically into the pool making all sorts of moves. I always got a laugh, and it was all good.

After a while, it was time to eat. Sometimes, the mother who invited me brought out a picnic lunch of sandwiches, chips and cookies. Other times she would just hand us money for the snack bar. I told you before that my mom always gave me money, but the parents never let me use it. She knew they wouldn’t let me use it, but it was just in case. I was never to assume someone else would pay for me. After eating we had to wait 30 minutes before going back in the water. They say it’s so you don’t get a cramp, but I have broken that rule so many times and never got one. Maybe it’s just an old wives’ tale. Has it happened to anyone? Let me know. I spent those 30 minutes reading…not reapplying sunscreen, like my mother told me too.

Back in the water we went for a few more hours of play and then it was time to pack it up to go home. Instead of drying off all the way and using those change of clothes, my friends and I would just throw a towel around our waist and put on a tee shirt and jump in the car. As soon as we got in the car, we would beg to go to Opie’s for a snow cone. Of course, we just had a nice lunch and maybe an afternoon ice cream from the snack bar, but in our minds, Opie’s was a requirement. I would say 8 out of 10 times it worked. The other 2 times we got a no because we left the pool late and the mom had to go home to make dinner. Not a bad average.

Community pools are a lot of fun. You get to play in the water all day with your friends while the parents are lounging around, working on their tans, chatting and maybe playing cards. It is actually a lot like a beach day here in Hawaii. Families set up tents and have coolers for food and drinks. The kids go play in the ocean while the parents hang out under the tent listening to music and having their own fun. I guess the ocean is like a big community pool. No matter where I am as long as I have access to go play in the water and have a fun snack, I am all good!!!

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Hi, I'm Tracie. I am a writer, reader, life coach, lover of the city and the beach. I am a big fan of all things caffeinated. I dig things from many different decades, but am a definite child of the 80's. My blog is about everything and anything my mind conjures up. Enjoy the ride.

4 thoughts on “Let’s Go to The Pool

  1. 1) at 1:42 p.m. NJ time, it is 88°, going up to 92, and right now the heat index is 99. BUT only 50% humidity, so that’s good.
    2) Out of us 3 kids and Daddy, Daddy and I tanned the best, followed by Donnie (although he might getting kinda red about now…too soon? 🤣)
    3)our complex has a pool, but I chose door #1. I hate hate HATE community pools. I don’t know those people. I don’t know where they’ve been, I don’t know what they live on. It’s either the beach or a friend/family member’s pool. Community pools remind me of “Caddyshack”
    It’s the beach for me. Always. No eating on the beach or the flying rats will get it. If I’m gonna be a shoobie, same thing. Towel, barefoot driving and shorts over my bathing suit. The better to show off my boobs and get more sun! Then when I get home, fight to get the sand out of everywhere! 😁

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    1. First of all…yes, too soon for that kinda comment, lol. Second, the year Donnie was a lifeguard, he was dark…Like Aunt Ginny dark. We don’t have seagulls here to steal your food on the beach, so not so bad. LOL, you are no shoobie, even if you only go for the day. And of course, any reason to show the girls…you like. HAHAHAHA

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  2. Palolo pool…for us it was a dreaded second choice that papa made cause he wasn’t in the mood to go to waikiki… sharing the pool with the housing kids was nuts…the don’t shower before going in and never follow the rules…we would laugh and play and them get kicked out…this whole subject reminds me of one of my favorite movies the sand lot

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