A cute photo of Mickey and Taylor after swimming today. And, the next one of Jonathan, Harrison, and Matt raiding the frig in my suite for Gatorade (I keep treats for the kids that drop by).
Swimming is going okay...just so/so, but we didn't really expect much else with the shoulder problems, so I think we are doing really well. He was back for finals this evening in the backstroke (no Jr. Nat cut on that, but we still have most of the summer left, so here's hoping...). Somehow he missed signing in for the 400 Free this morning and was not allowed to swim that...so that was a bit of a disappointment, a few choice words from Coach Brian, rightly deserved and all. Harrison beat him in the 50 Free, which thrilled Harrison as the two of them go back and forth with that swim together...they are good buddies, so Matt would always rather lose to Harrison than anyone else in that swim.
Once again, I was MIA at the pool. Really, honestly, no one even notices...Matt says he swims what he swims whether we are there or not, and the truth is that at all the other meets we are always there, and this pool is not really a pool. It's a QUARRY. A quarry, mind you, with very little seating, absolutely no parking because this quarry is in the middle of a very old established neighborhood which grew up around it more than a hundred years ago. In my four attempts to actually locate it, I have managed said task once...and by the time I arrived, the nearest parking was three miles away. This is the 80th Annual whatever... of this meet and you would think in the previous 79 years someone would have figured out a parking plan. Today it rained, so the meet was conducted between outbursts and everyone was standing around in about an inch of mud...whereas at the museums, I was nice and dry.
Anyway, Lakeside in Louisville means that I say, "Good luck, Matt," in the morning and "How'd it go, Buddy?" in the evening. Today I was even back during the break between swims...he lounged in my room for a bit chatting and then off he went with his friends and off I went for my return visit to The Speed. I spent the morning at The Frasier and I will spare you all from ramblings as you were so nice to let me get by with it yesterday. (Besides, I am storing up as I hope to be back at The Frasier this fall with the Shakespeare group and I can bore you all senseless then.)
One more day...one more museum...one return trip home...and one exciting venture being unveiled that Shari and I are cooking up...you will have to wait to hear about it, but I will say that it involves moving Craft Day Wednesdays to Craft Day Fridays. Wednesdays are going to be something new...previewing this week. Because I don't have enough going on and all.