Frustration

The air at Cissie's yesterday was warm, but not so humid that if you were a stranger to the location you would necessarily assume that you were in Georgia. Kate had been swimming, and she was wrapped up in a terrycloth towel. Cindy and Cissie and Kate were sitting on the back porch of Cissie's studio apartment, and the frozen margaritas which they had shared had surrounded them with a relaxation and bonhommie which was not common for Griffin in July.

We decided that Kate would prepare a light supper for us and she left the back porch to remove the towel and replace her bathing suit with her regular clothes. I stepped around the common table and sat down in the chair which Kate had vacated. I pulled a stool up from under the table and stretched my legs out on the stool.

As we sat idly chatting at the table, I suddenly noticed a swarm of small mosquitoes swirling around my feet and legs. My pants, socks and dress shoes prevented their entry onto my bare legs and feet, but that didn't dissuade them from continuing their swarm around my feet. There must have been twenty or so of the little insects trying to get to me.

I sat there, watching the mosquitoes trying to find their way past my shoes, socks and pants. Despite their frustration, I ultimately had enough myself. Sitting their, watching these insects swarm my feet became too much. Ultimately, I had to go inside.

Fortunately, they didn't follow me in.