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More Pool Fun


As promised, either to your delight or chagrin, here are more pictures of pool fun this summer at the Waterboard Apartments in Largo, home to your humble blogger.  My daily guests and business clients, Norah and Alfred, loved the hour or so we spent at the Palm Tree pool.  Norah has this thing where she has to name everything of importance to her, from the pool on down )or up) to the her favorite stuffed animals.  Linda and Felicity are the newest additions.  The Palm Tree pool is named because if you get there early enough, say 10:00 to 10:30 it will still be shadowed by a couple nice palm trees to the east.

Norah is quite the lover of water and has grown so much in pool play.  We have races from one end to the other (I cheat by grabbing her ankles, she cheats by pinching me) and she almost always wins.     



































These were made by the sweetest little find I snagged while walking on the early morning hours a few months ago.  Don't know the story of this camera, but there it was lying on the sidewalk.  A couple scratches probably from falling off the car.  Who knows.  Its in good hands now, however.  Between pennies and cameras lying around on the sidewalks,  I might get rich financially.  I already am in the rest of the areas.  

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