The apartment complex has a pool. The pool is open whenever the office feels like it, when they feel like it does not in anyway match the “scheduled” hours.

But, it does seem that they usually open the pool around 3:30pm, when all the kids start swarming to the pool like june bugs to a screen door. (actually, I think the june bugs are swarming to the light, but I’m not sure; all I know is that they can cover a screen door so thick you’d have better luck going out a side window)

The one constant is that if the pool is open, it will close promptly at 9pm. Locked. Chained and locked.

I’ve been hoping to wait until all the little rugrats (anyone under the age of 25, I did say I was getting crotchety, right?) go home for supper, or homework, or even bed. But they don’t go! Do these kids just not *do* homework? (apparently not if my upstairs neighbor and her daughter are typical).

Sigh. Big drawn out dramatic sigh.

I want to do my stationary swimming and my water jogging. I’m old. They should humour me! I had to humour old people when *I* was a kid!