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About every two years or so, Keith drains the pool and repaints it. This year the filter pump cover had to be redone to match federal safety standards. Whatever the reason, we gain happy access to the biggest wading pool one could desire. We unpacked our summer floaties, and made good use of the warm days and shallow water.

I set the towels up in the pool, and tried to read a little...the only negative thing is how WHITE the walls of the pool are. I developed a severe migraine the second day because of that and an overload of hormones. I wore Bowden's sunglasses for the rest of our trips.
Lucy took a turn on the raft.
How tall is Bowden?
All the floaties...all the floaties in the world!
Jack liked his shark suit.
It's a pretty nice view from down in the pool.


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