[Dr Winston O Boogie jr]

Originally Posted by redwitch

Yes, miserable fits. I go to pools to cool off. Hate to jump in and be almost as hot as I was before I hit the water. That makes me grumpy, headachy and mildly miserable. As to opening fire hydrants, I always thought that was great fun when it occurred. There is poverty everywhere, even here. I can feel bad for these people and I help when I can but that doesn't take away from my feelings of joy, displeasure of downright miserableness. Does it yours?

Your comment reminds me too much of my mother saying to eat everything on my plate because children in China were starving. Like most children, I ultimately suggested my mother send the food to them because I didn't want it.

I guess you and I have different images of miserable. When I hear that word I think of roofers having to work in 100 degree conditions or prisoners working on chain gangs picking up trash on the side of a highway. People in third world countries living in shacks without air conditioning in 90-100 degree temperatures.

I cannot imagine a resident or a beautiful over 55 community being
"miserable" after jumping into one of the community's beautiful pools and finding it a tad warmer than she or he likes.

A bit disappointed perhaps, but it's not what I imagine as "miserable". But, that's just me.