Summer, Day 43


A new week begins. Have kids, will travel.

The boys went to swim practice this morning, and I picked them up and watched Michael's diving practice. The sun was already hot by 9:30 a.m. This seemed like the hottest day so far this summer, but figuring that out is difficult because almost every day has been like this.We took it easy in the afternoon, with the boys playing by a neighbor's house for a couple of hours. I took them to the library and managed to get the dog out for a short walk, and the conditions were sweltering.

Monday night is swim meet night, and the boys swam at The Cottonwood Club in Holladay. Swimming a road meet isn't easy, and the deck of the pool at this country club was small. But the boys swam OK. Ben's times were similar to last week, though his backstroke would have been faster if he didn't swim into the lane line 5 yards into his race (and then hit it about three more times). Michael's freestyles looked great, and though he was faster in the backstroke than last week, he's still not returned to his early-season form or times. He did swim four events and the back was his last, so I'm hoping this was just fatigue.

We went to Five Guys for burgers and Menchie's for frozen yogurt. The air cooled off by the time we got home, and I took Popcorn for a longer walk. I watched "Falling Skies" and watered the lawn.

I promise to try not to complain about the heat, which is going to be bad the rest of the week. At least it's not winter.

On to Day 44.

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