I used to be a competitive swimmer. I jokingly called myself King of the B-Heat--I couldn't get above ninth place, but I consistently got ninth place. I preferred breaststroke and backstroke, then butterfly, and then, if I had to, freestyle. And until about ninth grade, I swam in programs and clubs during the summer. I … Continue reading 600 Meters? Yards?
This is a very quick post. We had friends over for dinner last night. It was my day off; I had time to cook and prep stuff. I made raspberry pie--one is going to church tomorrow. I also made ice cream, because the tartness of the pie requires some kind of creaminess. If the ice … Continue reading Let us Scream