Well, all of us but Geeky Girl. I joined a swim club this summer, a different one than the one we’ve joined in previous years. The previous club was connected to Mr. Geeky’s current and my former place of employment. It was nice, familiar, pleasant, but I got tired of seeing former colleagues. I wanted a change. Well, we finally went to our new club this afternoon for the first time, mostly because I was feeling guilty about not going. I dragged Geeky Girl and Geeky Boy. Geeky Girl was perfectly content. There were a couple of her friends there and she went down the slide and off the diving board. Geeky Boy: miserable. I apologized. We sat on the edge of the pool noting that there was no one there between the ages of say, 13/14 and 25. 1 year olds, check. 80 year olds, check. 30 and 40-something moms (and lots of dads!), check. Lots of 10-12 year old girls. But no teenagers. I promised not to make him go again. And I’m thinking maybe next summer, I will cancel my membership.