Tightly Closed Book My first blog. Be nice, darlings.

I went for one of my first summer swims this afternoon in the unusually salty water of my apartment building pool. Halfway through my half hour in the pool, a little girl and her mom arrived. After the first step the little girl said, “I don’t wanna swim, Mommy” in the most adorable, made-for-TV child voice. She repeated this a number of times. “You don’t have to swim,” her mother said and just stood there on the submerged steps with her tiny daughter, patiently waiting for her to be ready to swim. I got all weirded out by the sweetness of the scene and got out of the pool.