Firsty, though, thank you for your level-headed concern and advice with respects to me being the lone adult. It was actually my conern too...not because I didn't want to share the pool with the kids, but because I really was terrified that I was in no way physically equipped to perform any form of life-saving measures should they be necessary.
As for the predator risk...my mind never went there, but it's a sad reality that I need to pay better attention to the fact that I'm not some cartoon character chubby friendly spinster...I am a stranger and need to remember that it's just not OK to engage a kid without his adult present.
I did talk to the complex manager today. Turns out that the group of kids that caused all of the commotion doesn't actually live here. They were somehow related to a friend of a grandparent (?) who basically dropped them off for the last few days. The resident that lives adjacent to the pool had already been in several times to complain, and the maintenance guy reported all of the damage that had been done, so everybody was aware.
(FYI...the pool rules are cleary posted. No lifeguard on duty. No swimming alone. No children under the ago of 14 without an adult. Non-swimmers and children must always be accompanied by an adult.)
Finally...I really hope that I didn't mislead anybody with respects to my feelings about being around little kids. As a matter of fact, my very favorite sound on this planet (right after Stewey barking at his Doozie ball) is the sound of children laughing, playing, and having fun.
But these kids were't doing that. They were screaming and acting poorly and causing a problem. Period. And because I have the personality I do and am apparently incapable of confrontation...I did the best I could.
Today's outing was the exact opposite of the last few days, and believe it or not, still involved children. This time, my swimming companion was my new friend Emma, her infant brother Owen, and their mom Jessica. Emma is three and wears a pink polka-dot bathing suit with matching hat and sunglasses, and she gets so excited that's she's swimming that she laughs and giggles and then swallows half of the pool water as she does so. I gotta tell you, though...this kid is a trooper because no matter how many times she coughed up a lung, those giggles never stopped.
Owen had some kind of gizmo that allowed him to float around in the water with a little sun shade over him. I think the thing even had a drink holder on it! Can you imagine the possibilities if they made those for adults?! Add an Ott light and a chart holder and I would physically MOVE to the pool.
In closing...I'm really not sure how to reply to the comment about me being ungrateful. That cut deep. It really did. It makes me wonder if I am somehow failing to express just how thankful I am for my happy life. I keep my spiritual side pretty private, but I do pray, and I promise you that they are...every night...prayers of gratitude for this life of mine. The blessings of my past and the promises of my future overwhelm me, but I know that as sure as I'm sitting here in this beautiful apartment with that beautiful pool with all of that money sitting in the bank for when the time comes to head to Indy...I'm here and glad of it. I'm sorry that you felt it necessary to call me out on it "Unknown"... but message received loud and clear.
(But as for the "Crankypants" part...I reserve the right to crank every now and then, if you please. I am a 51 year old woman standing on the precipice of menopausal hell and I've managed to get here with very few casualties. So in the spirit of compromise, I promise to hereby emit a warning siren when my post is going to be a "rant" instead of a glitter-covered unicorn dancing on a rainbow. Deal?)
So that's the Friday report, Dearies! Laundry is sploshing and I am contemplating a stitchy movie night. Here's hoping that your weekend is off to a wonderful start!