Published: 3 Feb 2020
We all went swimming on Saturday after the three youngest had their riding lesson (Bill wasn’t going to be separated from his new buddies, so it was a refresher class for him). Josh and I went through the stretching exercises before we joined a group of our friends from the school bus who had come to ride one of our longer trails, and during our ride Josh and I told them about our families joining the Swim Center, and they all told us they’d see us there in the afternoon and we could all hang out there while our three 8 year old brothers had a beginner swimming lesson.
And so began a pattern we’d pretty much stick to during the Spring, that is until the grounds started drying up from first the snow melt, and then the Spring rains. Sometimes after our swimming, and yes, Josh and I both proved to be pretty good divers as well, the whole group of us middle school students would hash out homework problems one of us was having, or one of the older kids there would help us out. These were the kids from our bus, who were all in some way related to the Sargent/Major clan and a couple of their uncles taught Josh and me some fancy diving, and after about two months of that they started us on tandem diving.
That took a lot of practice and concentration, but we were so in tune that it was actually easy for us. Well, we thought so. We both did regular diving and some fancy stuff, but as we practiced side by side we were actually diving side by side and mimicking what we had been taught, we really didn’t think much about it at the time, and as we both got the hang of the specific dive we were being taught, no matter at what height, we were soon diving in tandem, exactly mirroring what the other was doing. The first couple of times we were greeted by cheers and clapping when we broke the surface of the water after our dive and it kind of embarrassed us, but the studly instructors came over to us and told us we really were good, staying in sync the whole time and not making a noticeable entry splash when we reached the water below us.
We just took it for granted, but when they put it like that we began to make sure we perfected the “in sync” thing and tried to make every entry into the water as crisp and clean as possible. By the end of the summer we were doing a lot of our dives off the high platform and we had been shown a lot of the tandem dives the pro athletes did on the internet, and in person when our Sargent/Major friends’ uncles, Phil and Ken, were at the Swim Center, they were really good, and even showed us some “up tight and very personal” dives where we did our turns and spins almost completely touching head to toe.
Because of our summer work on the estate leading trail rides or cleaning the picnic areas and restrooms, our time was somewhat limited, but we did make time for our swimming and diving. One morning, really early at the Swim Center, we were shown a few more Youtube videos of tandem divers and one that made us laugh was a try by two guys to do a dive while they clung to each other in a, well, there isn’t any other way to really describe it, but they were in a standing 69 position and I guessed they were going to make a turn on the way down and enter the water hopefully in an upright position, but they ended up landing flat, which must have really stung when they smacked the water and a huge plume of water erupted from their impact site.
We joked for a while about that video and Josh quietly told me he would like to try that dive (the horndog!!) and the more I thought about it the more I thought that having my face in Josh’s crotch as we dove would be so cool, of course his face would be in mine and we would have our arms around each other, so other than being in public I couldn’t see anything wrong about doing the dive, if we could make a clean entry without embarrassing ourselves. So we each practiced diving ramrod straight while doing an end over end turn and entering the water smoothly and soon our instructors, Phil and Ken Major, caught on and asked if we were going to try that tandem dive we had seen on the Youtube channel and we told them we were and about an hour later there were the owners of the center there and our friends’ uncle Stan with his professional video camera. We had been practicing for all that time and then we tried a dive with Josh holding me in his arms and me clinging to him, to make sure he could hold me carry my weight, and then I tried holding him in my arms and tried to dive that way, but Josh and not only been working out his arms, but his legs alongside me during our exercise time. My legs supported him, but his arms were stronger, so we decided to try the tandem dive we had seen on the video with Josh standing upright, his strong legs moving us to the edge of the diving platform while our arms held us tightly together, my legs held upright and my toes already stiff and pointed to the roof.
We did wobble a bit at the edge of the platform, but Josh adjusted to carrying me upright and did a three count countdown and I felt myself raised up for a second or two and then we were in the air, making our spin and he grunted out to me, “one more spin” so we each made the right adjustment and I saw the water turn into the roof again and Josh saw the reverse, and then we entered the water like a knife blade, his toes matching mine, our feet pointed, our legs ramrod straight, our bodies still tightly clenched together, just reversed from each other, and what felt like, as our bodies entered the pool, that if not perfectly perpendicular, then we were as close to it as if we were diving in separately.
When our heads broke the surface we heard the fifteen or twenty people around the pool roaring with cheers and clapping and huge smiles on our instructors’ faces. Poor Josh was so tired, but he sat next to me as we viewed our first successful attempt at this difficult dive on the small screen on Stan’s video camera. He promised to have a copy made for us that we could watch on much bigger screen, like on our computers or a TV screen. He told us that Josh must have fantastic thigh muscles as he had sort of squatted to get us off the platform and the lift he got us as he straightened his legs and hopped up as we left the edge, that gave us the height to be able to do two revolutions on our way down, and that he had never seen anything like what we had just accomplished and he was so happy he had been here to see it in person and privileged to have been asked to record it.
Ken and Phil were just about speechless but greeted us with great hugs, telling us there wasn’t a thing more they could possibly teach us, we had just done something they had never seen before either and they predicted that we would have very successful diving careers through our coming school year and through our years of high school and beyond. Our classmates rushed around to our end of the pool exclaiming about how spectacular the dive had looked as we spun head over heels twice above the water.
We were about to get a drink from the snack bar when we noticed the time and we then excused ourselves and rushed to shower and dress and get back home to lead our first trail ride of the day at eleven that morning. After our first ride we had a break for lunch and not only were the three young boys there, but both sets of our parents were as well. There was a pizza on the kitchen table and glasses of milk or juice available, but it appeared we were actually eating at the family room table as they had something for us all to watch on the TV in there.
Apparently Stan had stopped by to drop off the disc he had told us he’d run off for us and had raved about our practice session this morning so Ian thought we might all want to watch it together. The youngsters were giggling when they saw us get in our “clinch” and then quieted down as Josh got us into position at the edge of the platform and you could see the effort he put into not only the squat, but the total show of sheer power in his thighs and legs as he propelled us upward and off the platform, placing himself into a rigid position alongside me, perfectly copying my rigid position as we began our first spin. There could be heard on the video not a sound until the second spin started and then it was like all the folks around the pool released a gasp of air at the same time and as we entered the water so cleanly, and in such a perfect upright position. There was a pause for a second and the cheering began as we broke the surface of the almost perfectly still water. Those sounds on the video were exactly repeated in our family room, but then we were swamped by the boys and our dads, all wanting to hug us and the little ones wanted us to teach them to do that dive also.
By then it was really time to get some horses saddled for our next two groups of trail riders so further discussion was temporarily put off for now as we older guys got everything done that needed to be finished before Josh and I took one group out and Ron and Tom took the other one out. After three more groups had been escorted by Josh and me we groomed our horses and headed back to the house where we found Ron, with Tom’s help, had finally taken the replacement ramp off and he asked me if I had any suggestions for its re-use. It was just as carefully constructed as the first one he had made for me, which had a prominent presence in the garden to the side of the house, serving as a bridge over the fish pond there. Josh asked him if we could talk about this and get back to him in a half hour and he told us they’d just clean up a bit and then we could let him know.
Josh and I went into the house and he asked if I really had no use for the second ramp and when I told him I couldn’t think of a place on the estate I could envision the ramp being used on, he suggested we ask his fathers to take us to the other side of town, to actually look at the house that the kid from the 7th grade lived in, the guy who needed the other bus with the wheelchair lift. Maybe we should get to know him and maybe we could break the ice by donating the ramp we had no use for to him. I think you can see why I love Josh so much.
Within twenty minutes we had called three people we knew well from our 8th grade class who lived on the other side of town and on the third call, to Beth Perkins, we struck gold. She lived two houses from the Ellis house and had known Terry for the last three years, since they had moved in. She told us that Terry was a great kid but one of the quiet ones in school, possibly because of his disability. His spinal cord had been damaged in an accident four or five years ago while sledding one winter near their old house. He had ended up paralyzed from the waist down. She said the family was doing OK, but there were certain things they could certainly use, and a wheel chair ramp would make a world of difference to them.
I spoke up and asked if she knew if they were at home now and she said she thought they were, so I told her about the ramp coming off the front of the house today and that Josh’s dad, who had built it, wanted to know what we wanted done with it and we had thought we’d find out if Terry needed one before we told him to dismantle the whole thing, but if the front stoop of their house was only a step or two high we just might have a ramp they could make use of. She squealed and told us that was a great idea and I told her we’d probably be over within the hour ready to install it. Beth told us that would be fantastic, and she offered to go and explain we were coming, and why. She thought it might be best since the family was very proud and didn’t take charity from anyone. She’d be good at that, being a very reasonable and conscientious person.
When Josh hung up the phone after our three way call he came to the kitchen and we hugged a kissed a bit before going out and asking his dads if it would be OK for the ramp to be taken to the Ellis home and be re-installed there, as they had a son, Terry, who could possibly use it. Both Tom and Ron knew Mr. and Mrs. Ellis and agreed they could be a bit reticent about taking handouts, but he thought they could deal with him, as he was one of the guys who worked with us clearing the trails and sawing up the dead trees. It took the other hands plus the four of us to get the ramp up on the back of one of the pickups and then Tom and Ron made sure they had a sufficient amount of bolts and drill bits to be able to install the ramp once we got there.
Ian and Wayne weren’t back from taking the three little ones for their swimming lessons, so the other two hands were happy to come with us and help unload the ramp and get it into position to be installed once we got there.
The Ellis family was with Beth on their front lawn as soon as our two trucks pulled in, Mr. Ellis had maneuvered Terry’s wheelchair out the door and down onto the front lawn of the very neat ranch house. His eyes just about bugged out of his head when Josh and I went over to shake his hand and he introduced us to his parents, and then Josh and I introduced his dads and our two helpers. Mrs. Ellis seemed skeptical at first, but she finally started to believe Beth, that the ramp had been built for me by Josh’s dad and now that I was fully recovered I had no use for it any longer and it would have been just broken up into scrap if we couldn’t find a use for it intact.
Mr. Ellis insisted on helping the other adult men get the ramp off the bed of the pick up and Josh and I helped them get it aligned on their front walk, with the entry end lined up on their front stoop so the front door was centered. Within an hour the bolts had been run into the sill plate of the home and a pressure treated block was hammered under the lip of the ramp to align it with the door sill so the wheels of the chair could make a smooth transition from the ramp into the house and visa versa. Where the upright legs of the ramp didn’t quite reach their walkway more chunks of pressure treated wood were hammered in place and screwed down and Terry was given the honor of rolling himself up to the front door and letting himself into his home. We all clapped and cheered as he returned with a huge smile on his face.
Mrs. Ellis treated us all to glasses of lemonade and home made cookies as everyone chatted in groups after, Beth and a few other kids from our school had wandered around and helped Mrs. Ellis refresh beverages and passed around plates of the great cookies as Josh and I spent time with Terry and got to know him better. During our talk I was noticing that along with his heightened energy level at achieving another step of independence, his feet were twitching on the foot rests of his wheelchair. Apparently Josh noticed as well because he nudged me with his elbow a few times to make sure we were both seeing the same thing. I got a little personal in my questions to Terry and I replied truthfully in my answers to him about my reasons for having the ramp in the first place, and why I had been placed back onto it for almost two months starting with the winter break.
I steered the conversation to Josh’s nerve surgery and nerve bundle realignment which restored the use of his right arm and near the end of those explanations we heard Beth and some of the other teens whooping and making other excited exclamations, drawing the whole group of people around them to see what was getting them so excited. Four or five of them had their cell phones out and were showing all present a video clip that had been sent out from someone who had been at the swim center that morning. It was our dive that morning that had everyone so riled up.
It was kind of embarrassing to be the center of attention all of a sudden, when really all we had wanted to do was help Terry achieve some independence, but it felt like Josh and I were in the middle of some sort of media interrogation, several of the students snapping photos of us as we answered questions about the dive that we now realized had been posted to Youtube by someone in that group that had witnessed it that morning.
There was a guy there, Jason I think, who told us coach would be thrilled if we came out for the swim team and he told us to come to the high school’s swimming pool on August 16th, the following Tuesday for team tryouts. That would be a week before school actually started, and Ron and Tom assured us they would cover our trail ride guide shifts that day if we wanted to go. For two guys who until recently had been incapacitated in one way or another, that was just mind blowing, thinking about actually joining a school sports team, but it was nothing compared to what the coach felt on Tuesday morning.
For the next several days Josh and I practiced at the swim center with both the owners and Phil and Ken helping us. They showed us the scoring that would be used, pointing out dives that were considered difficult and thus earning higher scores if they were executed correctly, and what all four of the older guys considered warm up dives, with moderate scoring abilities. They had videos of all different levels of divers for us to watch, pointing out why a high score, or a low score, was assessed to them, and then started the videos all over again and asked us to do the same, point out where we saw flaws or something good about the individual dives. Then we had to show them what we had learned by making those same dives ourselves.
Unknown to us, the Saturday before the team tryouts, our hunky diving teachers had invited the middle school swim coach, and his assistant, the one who concentrated primarily on the diving team. We didn’t know about this, or I’m sure we would have been a lot more nervous, and we were put through seven or eight dives singly, dives of various degrees of difficulty, and then about seven or eight dives in tandem, ending in our “69” dive, which we had made sure during the week that we had perfected.
What was held back from us was the fact that our dads and brothers had also been invited and they had arrived just about the time we were being put through our paces, one dive after another. What wasn’t told to us also was that the local college diving coaches were also invited and a scout for the U.S.A. Olympic diving team, who had experience in judging, would be grading every one of our dives. We of course knew our dads and brothers were there as we could hear them rooting for us from the poolside stands as we moved from the water to the diving boards or platforms to get our next assigned dive from either of our instructors.
It wasn’t until after another perfect “69” dive that we had the whole place on their feet as they cheered us and we had a chance to dry off a bit and receive hugs from our dads and brothers that Josh and I realized that the cheering was still going on and a very excited group of men were approaching us, our four proud instructors among them.
Once some of the hubbub had died down and others were again using the pool, we were introduced to the scout for the Olympic diving team and he said to us that despite our ages he was going to put our names forward to be invited to the team trials. The next Summer Olympics were not for another two years, but the intervening year and a half before we would have to train with the chosen Olympic team would give us a full season of competition with our school team, to get used to being on a team and the way the scoring and the heats were run.
Two of the other men in the group were from local big Universities, telling us that when the time came for us to apply to their colleges that they could just about assure us there would be scholarships available to us to ensure we could afford to attend their schools. The final two were the coach and assistant coaches of our school’s swim team. They both said how proud they’d be to have us on their team this coming school year, in fact they told us our spots on the team were guaranteed, but they would still like us to attend the team tryouts on Tuesday so we’d get the full team experience from day one.
We certainly hadn’t expected all that and it did make us feel “special” for a while, that is until Josh noticed the time and we had to scurry through our shower and get dressed, we had twenty minutes to bike back to the estate to meet up with our next trail rider group. Ian then assured us our bikes could ride in the bed of the pickup, he was driving the extended cab truck and Wayne had driven the sedan with the three child seats for the young boys. So we left for home and another afternoon of guiding trail riders.
We didn’t really discuss the happenings of that morning at the swim club until after dinner, which was a big cookout on the back terrace with all of Josh’s family invited. While the three little ones played at the other end of the terrace with their toy cars and trucks our fathers brought up the subject of our morning at the pool. They asked if we were going to join the school’s swim team as part of their diving group, and we both nodded. Having been somewhat isolated from our classmates while we were incapacitated we both felt this was one way we could better fit in within the school. After the Halloween rides the Fall before we knew we were at least accepted by our classmates, but doing something physical also would increase our cred at school.
Ian asked if we had any plans to skip grades at this point, and we told him that according to our guidance counselor at school we were in the top percentiles of our class, and if we kept up the good grades we would most likely be allowed to take the college prep courses in high school and to possible skip a grade there if we applied ourselves just a bit harder once there. Tom wanted to know what we thought about being invited to try out for the next Olympic diving team and we both told them all that it was a great honor to be even asked, but weren’t we too young for that? I did ask if we did make it on the team would we have to go somewhere else for the team training? Where would we go to school? Would we be able to come home? And Josh admitted he didn’t even know where the next summer Olympics were being held, and if we couldn’t come home would the families be able to visit us?
Wayne assured us all that those were questions that they had also and they had decided to call the scout we had all met and try to get some answers from him, and he had said to call any time, so they would, all four of the parents, call him tomorrow afternoon.
So Sunday, after we had closed down our riding operation with the other four hands, Josh and I went up to the house and went to take a shower before getting into clean clothing. Josh was interested in a few kisses so I eagerly went along with his great idea before we rushed into the shower, but he paused at my desk and asked what all the computer printouts were stacked on the corner. I told him that I stayed up a little late doing some research on Terry Ellis’ condition as we went to clean up. Instead of frotting under the water from the shower head (see, we have learned some of the technical terms for some of our favorite pastimes!!) I had to tell Josh about my research. He asked if it was because of the twitching we had noticed in Terry’s feet and legs while we were over there. And I told him yes, the twitches I had seen in his arm when I ran my fingernails down his arm, in what I thought would be a sexy way to give him a tingle, was what started me looking up his own condition, and look how good that turned out. That definitely earned me another kiss!
We decided to work on it some more after we had our dinner so we hustled through our shower and got dressed to go down to see what our dads had found out this afternoon. The three musketeers were watching a video in the family room so we gathered at the big harvest table in the kitchen. Ian began and told us that the next Summer Olympics were to be held in Tokyo, and should we make it on the team we would be definitely be going, and our families would be there for as long as we were, but we would be staying in the Olympic village with the dive team. As to our training with the team, that would begin the month, or month and a half before the team flew to Japan, and we would most likely be released from school for the year by then since our school year ended the third week of May next year. The time spent in Japan could vary just a bit, but we should plan on spending at least a month there.
Ron spoke up and told us that the guy they talked to recommended some calisthenics training, maybe some leg workouts with weights to strengthen our legs more to enable us to get more height in our release from the platforms. He told the dads that he had shared the video he had shot of our full routine to several others and they were eagerly looking forward to having us with them in Maryland, at their training facility for the team trials in December. Ian spoke up and told us that was only one day before our winter break started, so he thought we’d be excused for the tryouts, which we would all fly down for the day before they started. It looked like at the age of 14 we were going to, at the least, be trying out for the 2020 Olympic diving team.
We’d actually be 15 soon after the new year, so we’d be 15 and a half by the time of the games, but according to my research later, we’d still be among the youngest participants competing in many years, at least from our country in diving. With assurances by our school’s swim coach that we were already assured spots on our school team, we left for the high school swimming pool Tuesday afternoon. Our middle school didn’t have one and the different schools used it on alternating days. We arrived and Jason was there in the lobby to show us where to go to get ready for the tryouts. He told us he had seen the latest video someone had posted and he thought we were fantastic and he also wanted us to know that Terry was rooting for all three of us and he couldn’t believe how much that ramp had made Terry feel more connected to the whole neighborhood. He said it was almost like having his old friend back, and he thanked us for even thinking about Terry.
We changed out and went through the sanitizer spray and Jason led us to the assistant coach at the diving platform and he took off to meet with the coach with the swimmers after “good lucks” were exchanged. As soon as the diving coach saw us he came over and shook our hands, welcoming us, and thanking us for coming, also I think a look of relief was on his face. It was apparent that some of the guys there didn’t know the proper names for some of the dives, and with our coach’s OK we offered to show them what each dive was. We took the other new guys to the boards as coach talked to the returning 3 team members. While Josh dove I named the dive and pointed out the characteristics that would be looked at as far as the scoring would go. When it came time for a few higher scoring ones we took turns. We had five other new guys with us, and after Josh or I did a dive we had all of them try it, and before too long two of the guys admitted that they didn’t think they were cut out for diving, it was much more work than just cannonballing into the pool. Both were strong swimmers though so we encouraged them to go down the other end and speak with the head coach who still had several guys to put through their paces.
After each of the new guys had a chance to try five or six dives we went and joined coach and the returning three guys. Coach took Josh and me off to the side and asked what we thought about the other three new guys and we told him they would be good after some coaching and much more practice. We hadn’t tried anything off the high platform yet and coach explained it was a standard 10 meter (33 foot high) and the second was the 7.5 meter(24.7 foot high) and the first one, the lowest at 5 meters(16.5 feet high).
We really hadn’t done much but show the other three new guys some basic dives, but when two of the returning members of the team asked why we were helping the new guys, coach just looked at us and asked if we could do a few dives for us all. It really didn’t phase us at all that someone who had already been on the team resented our being there, and taking something away from them at that, but we did want to prove we knew what we were talking about, and had just as much right to be there as anyone else did, even if we had only been diving for just over three months, we had had four very encouraging instructors all the time and we thought we could help our future team members. Josh and I started with some side by side dives off the lower platform, then moved to the middle one, and by the time we were climbing up to the 10 meter platform the swim coach had all the guys trying out join the diving group on the spectator benches. We did four tandem dives and the guys were really giving us a warm reception as we exited the water each time, the two who had questioned why we were there helping the three new guys were among the loudest clappers and cheerers.
Coach then stood before the whole group and told them about last Saturday and our own tryout for the team, as well as being scouted by the two biggest colleges in the area, as well as for the Olympic Summer diving team. He told the group that we were passable swimmers also, but our passion was for diving and any help any of the divers needed, and he couldn’t help them with, he was going to ask us to help out, if we had time. He further embarrassed us by telling them we had been the ones to come up with the haunted hayrides and played a part in the organizing and running of them, and that just a short time ago I was in a wheelchair because of a broken pelvis, for the second time, and less than a year before that Josh still had a paralyzed right arm.
He then consulted with the swim coach and they announced that all present would participate on the two teams(diving and swimming) and were going to be expected at all team practices and meets. There was a collective cheer then which took a bit of focus off Josh and me, for which we were relieved. The other new divers came over to talk to us and they were incoming seventh graders who seemed to look up to us from then on, and even though we worked with the other three divers, we did seem to spend more time with the year younger ones.
By the time school started up again we had had one more team practice session and Josh and I had met with Terry twice, even asking Ian to drive him to our third team practice session. Ian had decided to keep driving a big SUV, he said it had more cargo space and many seating configurations, and he had gotten used to that sized vehicle when we had the rented van with the lift in it. He and Wayne brought not only Terry, but the three 8 year olds as well. Jason was a big help in getting Terry to open up to us about the injury he had suffered and combining this information with what we had learned on the internet, the day before school started Josh and I called Dr. Ingram who had done such a great job with Josh’s arm.
She laughed when her secretary told her she had a call for a consultation from Dr. Max Wheeler, and was still chuckling when she took our call. Both Josh and I thanked her for all she had done for Josh, and then we tried our best to tell her about Terry and what we knew about his condition, and what we had found in our research that led us to believe he could at least regain some use of his lower body and limbs.
To her credit she didn’t just blow us away, she actually listened and asked questions along the way, some of which we could answer, and some we just didn’t know the answer to. She hesitated for a few minutes and then asked if it was our opinion that Terry had been misdiagnosed, or that maybe for some reason or another, maybe the insurance wouldn’t cover the costs of the repair surgery he would need, if indeed his situation could be reversed, or at least improved. I told her that without a thorough exam that was a hard one to tell, as it could have been that or that the original diagnosis was flawed, or that significant improved therapies had been developed since then, even though he had had his accident only two and a half years ago.
Josh asked if a verbal exam with Terry would help at all, and Ingrid said that might be helpful for a start, and Josh suggested, if we could work out an appropriate time, that she come to one of our diving practices, and we’d make sure Terry was there as well and that she had time to talk to him, and if we had to Ian would drive him home and Jason could always be counted on to help as well. Ingrid asked if she had heard right, that both Josh and I were on the school’s diving team? Josh and I explained how that came about and that not only that, we had already been scouted by two local colleges and the Olympic dive team. She was beyond thrilled for us and definitely wanted to come to one of our practices. She even intimated she might have company herself, once we had worked out a good day and time in about a weeks time.
During that week we had talks with Ian and with Jason about Terry and his condition, not getting anyone’s hopes up too much, which was why we wanted his meeting with Ingrid to be a casual one, one that wouldn’t unnecessarily get his hopes up. With Ian, who wholeheartedly backed us on this, I wanted to make sure I had enough to cover any medical expenses for Terry without spooking Mr. Ellis, and when we sat for this talk Ian told us that Ron had asked if Mr. Ellis could be hired on at the Estate full time, as Tom was wanting to spend more time with Brian and Justin, and there was a new project all the adults would be working on this fall and we’d need another full time hand on the property during the day.
With that all worked out we pestered Ian and Wayne to tell us what the big project was going to be and they finally relented and told us they had been thinking of adding a family pool off the back terrace, the only thing holding it up right now was that they wanted one with a really deep end to accommodate the ten meter diving platform they wanted installed at the deep end. They explained an Olympic sized pool was just not practical for home, but it would still be a good sized pool with an enclosure over it for year round use. He explained the enclosure would be a bit bigger than the pool, they were hoping the solar panels would be adequate to supply heat for the pool and it’s enclosure, and hot water for the house as well.
All was set up for Ingrid meeting Terry at our second practice the following week, Mr. Ellis had accepted our offer of full time employment which assured his family complete medical insurance, free of any preexisting conditions. Ian assured us he’d pick everyone up after practice, he might just leave our brothers home that afternoon with Wayne, and Jason would ride home with us. It was a go.
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