Grace and Raphaella had their survival swim today. It was their last swimming lesson of the year. They had to jump in the pool fully clothed, take off their clothes (they had swimming suits on underneath) and then blow up their jeans and shirts to use as flotation devices. Both girls were pretty tuckered out, but they did a great job. I think they both had some fun, too. As I recall, my own survival swim at the age of fourteen wasn't nearly as pleasant (probably because I took it too seriously.)
The girls had a bench full of cheerleaders giving lots of "helpful" advice from the poolside.
When swimming lessons were over, we came back to the house and had lunch with our old neighbor, Marg. It was nice to have some time to chat and get caught up with her. Tomorrow the little kids have their last swimming lesson of the season. I'll be glad to be done with lessons for this year--it's so tiring to be constantly keeping the two little guys from jumping into the pool.
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