The Price of Guilt

Well, we headed out today in search of a little swimming pool for T, given that it hot as hell in this swamp of a town. We were looking for one of those ones that is about 9ft in diameter, about 2 feet deep, and comes with a small pool pump and a cover. Since the store was out of pool covers, we didn't buy it and decided to wait. No need to waste all that water everytime she wants to swim. There's a water shortage going on in So. Fla, so I figured a clorination pump and a cover would do the trick.

Anyway, while in the store T made a beeline for this little machine-game, that was set up in the store as a display. Dot had heard about it from an IT guy she works with whose wife is a fitness instructor. We took it home and set it up. T's been on it for well over an hour pedaling her heart out. It hooks up to the TV, so its like your own personal arcade video game. She loves it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I admit it. Its clearly a present to assuage my guilty feelings. I feel bad that T is stuck in the house with her invalid mom, and that I can't take her to the park on the weekends to run around. I can't even take her outside to the swingset, as I can't walk on the uneven grass. So, T scored.