Dylan has now officially gone from slightly afraid of the pool to all enthusiasm all the time. So we've been trying to take her swimming a lot this summer, and when my parents came to spend the night this evening we thought a trip to the hotel pool would make sense.
That was incorrect. I see now that we were wrong. The god in charge of Dylan's swimming career caught wind of our intentions and thought to himself, water eh? You think the kid needs water? I'll give you water. And he did.
If you will refer to the part in the second paragraph about "all three northbound lanes of Route 390" you will also know the exact route we took from our house to the hotel. We were in the car for almost an hour, and we had to ford through water that was approaching a depth of "exactly how high is the clearance on this car, anyway?"
We made it to the pool eventually, and Dylan was so happy it was probably worth the drive. I mean paddle.
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On another topic, it's weird, right, when you send back a driveway paving contract, don't hear anything for a month, then get a phone call Wednesday evening that they'll be starting work Friday morning? Stay tuned for exciting tales from Operation: Don't Let the House Fall Apart Completely.
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