With a Capital Em: Summer is Best When I’m Poolside


Emily with her late grandpa, Jim.

The first day my aunt’s pool was open it was filled with water from a fire hydrant — It. Was. Cold. Of course, I don’t really remember this, because I was only about 3 years old, but the way the story goes, I was so eager to jump into the pool that cold water or not, I did it. The photographic evidence says it all. There I was in my water wings, with blue lips, having the time of my life. The fact that I was only six months old when my parents started me in swim lessons is the only logical explanation I can think of as to why I am — to this day — obsessed with being in the water. Those same parents put in a pool when I was about 11 and the tradition continued. My youngest sister learned to swim, without water wings, before she could talk. For as long as I can remember I’ve spent summer days soaking up the rays (SPF included, of course) poolside and paddling around. To top it off, I began competitive swimming when I was around 12. So, basically my life has been filled with swimsuits, wet towels, goggles and the smell of chlorine — which is in fact my favorite smell in the world. The first company to manufacture a pool-scented candle has my business for life. When I became a real life adult I didn’t really see a reason to leave behind my favorite childhood activity. I still swim for exercise and you better believe that if you have a pool I’ll likely invite myself over. When my guy and I began house shopping we only looked at homes with pools. When I realized getting my dream house with my dream pool was unlikely, I went with the house first, figuring the pool would come. Once we moved into our new home this winter we immediately began looking into putting in a pool (do you know how strange people think you are when you call in February asking about a pool?). But when reality (i.e. the mortgage payments) set it, we realized that a house was enough of a major life decision for 2012 and decided to put the pool on the back burner. A summer without access to some sort of water in my backyard seemed bleak, so I began to seek alternatives. A few weeks later a hot tub became the logical solution. So, if you need me this summer, I’ll be hot tub-side. And the best part? Taking a dip in 100 degree water rarely leaves you with blue lips.

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Emily Caswell

Emily Caswell is the Managing Editor of CAWLM. She has a passion for fun, family, friends, shopping sprees, cold drinks and Lansing.

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