First time back this year at the pool we’ve belonged to since, like, forever. Okay, since the kids were young enough to like the baby pool, with its fountain in the middle and the sea creatures painted on the bottom and the water that somehow never quite looks clean. The kids no longer come to the pool with us, though. It’s not cool, when you’re in college, or a recent grad, to accompany your parents to the scene of so many embarrassing-to-remember moments, like the time you froze your first time on top of the high board and couldn’t be coaxed to jump, not even by the lifeguard you thought was so cute. The kids will use the pool this summer, if they use it, when Doug and I are at work—or, better yet, out of town.