The big pool was evacuated and then closed for the rest of the day.
Of course, I thought this was a very dramatic response to goose poop. On any given day, I have no doubt there are many bits of fecal matter drifting around that pool from a variety of mammals and birds and spotted lantern flies. But, alas, I am not the person in charge of pool fecal recovery! So by all means:
Close the pool! Dump in the shock! Blame the geese!
My kids immediately thought it was all very unfair--they had big swimming and jumping plans and it was hot today and now they'd be stuck with the Olympic-sized water park-like "splash pool."
My POOR CHILDREN!
They must have used the word "unfair" at least 7 times. And it was really annoying to listen to them call this very privileged problem "unfair,"
I hate the word "unfair."
And while you might think I am having a bit of an overreaction to my children using this word during a bummerland goose poop situation, I don't think I reacted enough actually. We live in a world where "unfair" is battle cry and a whine we all default to in times of uncontrollable, unplanned circumstances. Earlier today an adult told me something was "unfair to her." It made me really angry to hear a grown-up speaking this way. But, of course, I am not much better. I find my own mind wandering to "unfair," more often than I wish.
I get a flat tire: I start thinking about how unfair it is that I have a flat tire.
I take my blood pressure medicine: I start thinking about how unfair it was that I had preeclampsia in my 20s and now in my 40s I have chronic high blood pressure.
My mother has a bizarre request involving "burgers on the grill" on a Tuesday at 1pm: I start thinking how unfair it is that I am now an only child.
My daughter celebrates 14 years cancer-free; and I begin to remember how unfair it was for her ever get a tumor.
But this is all nonsense. I got a flat a tire. I have high blood pressure. My mother sometimes annoys me. My daughter had cancer. These are not things that are fair or unfair, these are simply things that happened.
I am both privileged and blessed and cursed and unlucky. But the victim of unfair? No, I am not. Neither are you. Nothing is unfair. Nothing is fair. Everything just is whatever it is.
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