I LOVE water. It melts away all the anxiety. I never have a lump in my throat when I am in or near water. I have spent the past tow days at my friend Chris' house and sitting by or in his pool. Sunshine went too. His dog Angel the Old English Bulldog, and two other friends' dogs Teddy the Laso Apso and Max the pitbull/Boston Terrier were there too. Everyone made nice nice. I have strap marks from my bathing suit already.

This is the place that made it possible for me to live through the worst of last summer. I was so sad when we had Angel's birthday in September and the pool was closed up. I made it though. And the pool is open again and I can spend time with friends I love in a place that is so healing for me. No, it's not the ocean but it wil do.

It would seem that this is a safe place for me. Really. Being able to go there once or twice a week last summer saved my fucking ass.

And I am grateful.

Chris grills for us (usually about 3-4 people {and dogs}) and provides beverages and chips and stuff but he would not have to. We bring stuff. Because we are all grateful that he shares his pool with us. And our dogs.

Sun, water, dogs what else could ya want?