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The Infamous Ghetto Indoor Pool

So I'm trying to be a good little blogger and update this puppy every day. I've got two hours left before it's tomorrow and I don't have the picture I need to do the update I want, so we're going into the vault.

A couple years ago I put the biggest above ground pool I could find in my living room. The pictures were posted to a bunch of those link collecting sites and almost 7000 people saw the pictures the first day. Every year or so they are rediscovered and they get a ton of hits. However, I've never publicly told the story of the pool and why I did it. Avast!

One day my friend Crystal sends me an IM. Here's a dramatic rendition of the event :

And Then There Is Hope.

On The Slowing

Last Friday, I spent all morning on the farm planting butternut, spaghetti, and cha cha squashes. For five hours I sat in the dirt, dug a small hole, and plopped in two seeds alongside Jake. We planted and scooted. Planted and scooted.

After a while, he looked up and told me, "You know, I could do this forever."

I knew what he meant. I looked up, saw the bright green trees towering over us.

"What do you dream of doing?" he asked.

This. And I imagine a desk facing a window. The room itself is part of a renovated barn or schoolhouse or something. Outside are trees and water. A pond. No, a creek. I have a cup of tea next to my computer and I've spent the morning writing. In the afternoons, I work in my vegetable garden. Then, I come inside, shower, and cook dinner with fresh basil and leeks.

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