In which there is sex, band practice, pizza, napping, cheese dreams, swimming, tanning, and a very flat goddamned tire.

The day after our impromptu BBQ/wedding anniversary, I slept in. (All that vodka, yo.) Got up, put on a bikini. It was hot, windy, blustery. Pushing ninety degrees.

I wandered up to the pond. Put my glasses and barrette into my Birks, set my Birks in the center of the floating dock, dove off into the blessedly cool water of the triangle pond.

The rope holding the barrels under the dock broke. It’s been in the water for going on three years now, so I don’t blame it.

When I finished my swim and seal-wiggled myself back up onto the dock, one of the barrels started to escape. I saw it, but thought it would hold. I relaxed there on the hot dock in the sun, listening to my breathing, feeling the water run down my skin, enjoying the heat of the sun and the breeze and being alone on the dock. The water lapped at the dock, the shore… I could hear acres of grass rustling.

Then the loose barrel popped out from under the dock, and the whole thing tilted madly. I scrambled for my shoes, my glasses, trying not to fall off the damned dock, trying to balance myself… another barrel escaped and the tilt went the other direction. Then another barrel escaped! Shit, the dock was going to sink!

I got my stuff and hopped off the dock to the shore and watched the dock try to sink. With only one barrel under it, it wasn’t long for this world. I put my shoes and glasses on and booked up to the house where I begged Bread for help rescuing the dock.

We had black bean tostadas, then he talked me into some afternoon delight… and then he proceeded to fuck me in HALF. Apparently I’m getting too old for such energetic lovin’. I left the bedroom stooped half over with my hands pressed into the small of my back. I mean, it was way worth it, but damn!

We got some ropes and things, got the tractor out of the barn and rode it up to the pond. I slogged around in the mud getting ropes under the dock itself and then the plank, so Bread could pull them out with the tractor. Then he got in too, and wrestled all five barrels out of the water and up onto the grass.

Yay! The dock’s been saved. He says it just needs a trip up there with some rope and a couple of tools to reassemble it, then we’ll be able to throw it back in the water for another couple of years. I’m so glad; the dock absolutely makes that pond.

I was late to band practice. We practiced, we had pizza and discussed Pulp Fiction and Val Kilmer’s brilliance as Doc Holiday in Tombstone, we practiced more.

Both Snow and WTC needed rides home. I had a flat. PJK came out; two cans of Fix-a-flat got me to Amoco then to Snow’s where I parked the jeep and called Bread for a ride home since it was twenty to ten by then.

Sunday I slept way the hell in.

BoSe came out and made cheese dreams; it was pushing eleven and it was already ninety degrees and I’d just gotten up and I just wasn’t ready for food yet.

I wandered around in a bikini and my silk robe. I sat on the porch and drank the latté Bread made me. The wind was hot and gusty. The Weather Channel had been threatening thunderstorms for three days but all I could see was blue sky and fluffy clouds.

I took a nap. I got up, put on my shoes and walked to the pond for a swim. Wade in, swim a lap, get out, lie on the plank on my back until I was too hot to stand it. Wade in, swim a lap, get out, lie on the plank on my stomach until I was too hot to stand it. Repeat. I have a really nice base tan. I even burned just a little, but not bad enough to peel or anything.

We went to see X3 in Ottumwa, then found a nice air conditioned bar and grill for food afterward. The movie was great; the bar food was average. We spent the evening being hot, lounging around doing a whole lot of nothing.

This morning it was rainy. Bread loaded up his compressor and drove me to the jeep but the tire had a hole the size of his thumb in the sidewall so we couldn’t air it up. I got drenched. I need new tires a year ago, but we’re really broke so I don’t know what we’ll do about it.

We got lattés and he dropped me off at work. My jeep’s still parked at C. & Snow’s.