One of the perks of visiting some friends: a semi-private swimming pool. Trust me, in this dusty, dry, hot, hot land it is a welcome place. The water is always warm, but it is wet and has been a source of much fun for all of us. Our son is now swimming the length of the pool. Eldest daughter, is also swimming, and then forgetting she knows how to swim when she comes up for air and realizes she can’t touch—seems like a great life metaphor. And then our youngest daughter splashes happily on the steps and occasionally jumps into the water without fair warning—also another great life metaphor. Mainly though it has been much fun. Learning to swim, dive, float, and splash—I will be sad to leave it.
