Our neighbors have a 'swimming pool' in their backyard.
The potatoes 'were swimming in' butter/gravy.
We watched the fish 'swimming' in the river.
(..) We communicated indirectly, I guess. In her letters and Christmas cards, my mother wrote for both of them. And when I'd call, she'd say Dad was out driving or swimming in the pool. True to form, we never talked about not talking. The truth is, I didn't see anything of myself in my father. (..)2003 Big Fish