Bird on a Wire

Do you remember when you were a kid and you would be swimming in a pool? A pool that had one of those dividing ropes between the shallows and the deep end?? As if that rope was some miraculous barrier that would keep a floating body from drifting to the perilous black hole of the deep.

Not.

I digress.

When I was a kid, I spent an inordinate amount of time at the pool.. and a lot of that time was spent hanging onto or actually sitting on that rope. We moved a lot and friends were sparse. So, being the bashful shit that I was, I'd kind of hang out there on the rope.

I was an excellent swimmer so it really wasn't needed to keep from drowning in 'the deep'. Really, it seemed like some kind of steadying force that kept me from drifting where I didn't want to go. Or.. at least, didn't think I wanted to go.

Lately though, I find myself on the rope again. The shallow.. aka vanilla life.. is safe and I could probably be ok there. But how boring? Not to mention invariably an exploded diaper off of a toddler goes floating by you. You can always touch the bottom in the shallows and hang out with all the other soccer moms who giggle over so-and-so's husband and how cute he was even though he has this really odd tuft of hair coming out the backside of his swim trunks.

There aren't any diving boards in the shallows and you really can't float freely or swim freely. But in the deep, without something there to hold onto.. A girl can get pretty tired and eventually will head back to the rope or even the steps next to floating diaper central.

I've been in the deep for so long, I'm tired. No floaties. Nothing to hold onto there. I think I'll be on the rope a bit longer and then I'll decide which end of the pool holds my fate.