Sunday, October 23, 2011

This Post is Dedicated to Magnolia

      Who is magnolia, you might ask? Magnolia is one of my best-est buddies, and my cousin. She gets mad when I don't post. So there, Magnolia. I posted.
      I realize that I always talk about swim team, but that is what I spend a grundle of time doing. The workouts have become increasingly more difficult, therefore it would be logical for my brain to come up with coping mechanisms to keep it from thinking about the feeling of nearly drowning. One of the most common of these mechanisms is 'What is at the bottom of the pool today?' This is kind of horrifying, but it gives me something to do.
     Usually I only see pennies and band-aids once, but rarely there are things that I see more than once, like bobby pins. But there is one thing I have been seeing every day, and is raising in the bottom of my soul a greater and greater alarm. It is big, it is wet, and it's name is Rufus. Rufus is a hairball. He lives at the bottom of the deep end, gathering hairs from  all over the pool, and growing slowly, slowly. I believe that someday he will rise from the depths, and suck us all in. I'm  terrified. Are you?

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