Dragging the Trailor

I lived in a trailer until I was around five. My parents acted like white trash most of my childhood. Which I feels explains this trailer I have been dragging behind me all my adult life. Depending on where I am going and who I am with depends on how hard it is to get that trailer in. I look back on times in my life that I pushed and pulled to make that trailer fit into some place I felt I had to be a part of. Usually after all that work I was pretty disappointed to be there.When we moved to Charlotte the husband got a country club membership. Talking about getting my trailer through! At that time most club members my age belonged to the club because their daddy paid for their membership. So the clique was tight and my trailer became a double wide. A few years ago to survive the economic times the club expanded their membership. There is a more realistic representation of the world at the club today. I see overweight people, people of different color and nationality, and most importantly people like the husband and I who accomplished their success on their own laurels. I am at the club frequently and I am not pulling that double wide behind me. Instead my trailer is a sleek custom built RV to rival any Nascar drivers. I know the reason for the trailer switch is more my own attitude regarding myself. I am 54 and more comfortable in my skin. I accept my trailer will always be behind me. And the places I want to be my trailer glides easily behind me.

Bodies at the Pool

Swimming and exercising at the pool has been part of my summer routine. With so many visits I have seen some people often. This brings me to my topic - bodies at the pool.The first time I saw this woman I thought she was terminally ill. Now after several viewings I know she is terminal because she doesn't eat. She is about 5'6'' or so but likes to walk around the pool in wedge slides. Sometime in her life she got grapefruit boobs as a gift. I believe they were a gift because I think she only held a job long enough to get a paying husband. She is tanned and blonde. The blonde is heavily aided by a bottle. There are small children that she attentively watches. With her tanned body and walks around the pool she is an eye catcher. But once your eye is caught your mouth drops open. She is painfully thin. When she bends her arms her elbows become pointed weapons. You want to put a sign around her neck " Caution - Sharps Objects!". Her arms and legs are bones and muscles twined together with no fat in sight. The skin is taut but that only serves to allow better views of her skeletal structure. The days she wears a bikini you can admire her jutting hip bones and concave stomach. Yesterday in a one piece I was treated to her developing dowager's hump. The irony of all this is you know she thinks she is attractive. Why else does she strut around the pool in those wedges? Every time I see her now I want to hog tie her to a chair and stuff fried chicken down her throat. Yesterday I had a big slice of blueberry pie to help her out.