So, it's been a while since I've posted. I guess that I'm becoming used to the pattern of the days, going to the splash park, naptime, playing at home in the air conditioning and then going out late afternoon for swim lessons, playdates or whatever. Life is routine. Life is good. Then come Friday nights and . . . BBQ battles at the pool!
The pool in our apartment complex is surrounded by a nice deck with armchairs and tables and has a propane BBQ. Throughout the complex, there are charcoal BBQs for resident use, but only at the pool can one grill one's steak with propane. There is no sign up. It is first come, first serve. So, every Friday night, it's a race to the grill, as bearded and burned Pearlanders show up with their platters stacked high with meat, hoping to be the first to the grill. I've never seen two groups share the enormous grill, which I would think could handle multiple servings. No, those unlucky enough to be number two, find a table on the other side of the pool.
They might go for a swim while they wait. They might have a beer . . . while in the pool. They might have a smoke, again, while in the pool. But for the grill, they must wait.
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