A relaxing day at the pool

It’s summertime, and my daughter and I have made a trip to the south and a visit with mom. Its 120 degrees in the shade there, so I’ve packed the swim suit.

Mom has joined the local gym and suggests hitting the pool to keep cool. It does seem like a nice way to spend some quality time with my mother while beating the heat. I ask my daughter if she would like to come and bond with Grandma but she declines, adding something about “hot spots” in the pool water.

I am ready to spend the morning leisurely floating around the pool.

Besides, just how difficult can it possibly be? The over-70 set in a pool shouldn’t be too stressful. I grab my suit and towel and jump in the car.

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The school of life

The first rejection letter, from Pratt Institute, was disappointing but not unexpected. Still, the idea that one of the most creative art schools in the country thought he needed more book learning before pursuing his art studies was a kick in the pants to our son Conor. The only other school he had applied to this year—his third year out of high school—was the School of Visual Arts (SVA).

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