Memorial Day Weekend brought prematurely high temperatures to The Zone, and we jumped in the pool. I’d had enough of the three boys playing roughly and fighting for nearly an hour, so I kicked them out of the pool. In a scene taken right out of “The Graduate,” I found myself floating along on my back, ears underwater, hearing only the sounds of my own breathing and the distant hum of pool equipment. Even the ever-flowing waterfalls were silent underwater.
I stared upwards into even sections of blue sky. Each frame of the pool cage revealed a different combination of clouds and sky. I could have stayed there for hours; it was so peaceful . . . until Wild Thing blasted me with his new water bazooka.