Is that a word in English? I know it’s a French word and it means swimming (dictionary.com wants me to use my premium login to find out). Which is what we did today– swimming. We woke up, noodled around, and went to my parents’, where we partook of the ghetto pool. Three and a half feet of water never felt so good, people.
My brother and nephews were there, too, so it was a great old time. I was a little leery of the ladder– I don’t do heights well, plus I was all “I am going to break this ladder, yikes!” and the oldest nephew pipes up with “It’s okay, Tant’ Aweez, you can do it!”
At which point I began laughing so hard that I definitely wasn’t afraid of the ladder anymore.
On the way home we were noticing that there’s quite a bit of real estate on the market around here. I would love to eventually buy our own house (or, ideally, build our own, but I know that’s not in the stars for us) although the prospect does scare the heck out of me. I mean… we’d have to mow our own lawn. And like… fix stuff. Fixing stuff is for crazy people! That’s what I say! Okay! Bye!
Yep,
Natation is an English word but not one that is used much… around here anyway.
The city I live in has just passed all these rules about owning one of these pools – even though it’s not large or whatever you still have to have a fence and a locking gate – so a lot of people are upset they weren’t able to put them up this year.