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So if you're under 10 years old, go tell your mama she wants you,
because this is just for more "experienced" people. Pssst ... It's
June. It's hot. It's .... sprinkler time!
Oh yes. Since we're over 10, we'll wear bathing suits ...
probably, and we more than likely won't want a crowd around, either.
But why should just children get to run through the sprinkler? Even
if we have to ... well, hobble through the sprinkler.
The whole idea is to feel once more those diamond drops of
cooling paradise caressing our legs and tummies and chests. To feel
the cool of the water as it hits us and tells us we're not too old
to have fun.
When we were small, we ran through whatever kind of sprinkler our
parents furnished us. But now we're the ones in charge. Now we can
pick and choose the right one.
The venerable Rain Bird? Nope. It irrigates beautifully but
stings legs as it goes chu ... chu ... chu .. chu ...
chu-chu-chu-chu back to home base again. What we need is something
soft and soothing, and the old-fashioned, one-piece, flower-blossom
sprinkler that sits there quietly and radiates is just the ticket.
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Now there is always the chance of offspring witnessing this and
applying to the state for full custody of your pickup and their
choice of rest home if you're caught. So here's the plan:
Do this at night! After all, we're old enough to be out after
dark now, right? And our lawns absorb more water after dark anyway.
And if a grandkid or two catch us and ask why we're wearing a
bathing suit?
"There's always the remote chance," you tell them, "with these
primitive water-distribution devices, to end up with wet clothing.
This is simply my way of saving on a potential cleaning bill."
Hey, it might work....
[Text from file received from Slim Randles]
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