“One summer, real concrete laborers from a legitimate company arrived with their truck and backed up to our property. They filled in the dirt and grass area, creating the foundation for our new above-the-ground pool. Once erected, friends from the neighborhood came over to play in the tiny figure-eight shaped oasis.
For a brief summer, Mark cared for it. I listened to all the instructions for running the pump, adding the chemicals to the floating distribution system, how to check the P.H., etc. I’d skim and vacuum, but without my best efforts, the pool easily turned into a bacteria soup. Trying to be ‘normal’ in the Glass house was responsibility enough. I couldn’t handle all of the tasks the adults should have been performing. Two summers passed until the mosquitoes infested.
In the uncared-for pool, the half-sunken blue mesh cover spawned a mass of living, growing larvae. They floated and darted like little aliens. The new life twisted and turned just as my stomach did. Unintended science projects sprouted up around me; on our property - both inside and out, and in my imagination too.”