Tag: Master’s Swim

Blue Eyes

I went shopping with my rat today.  The six people who read my series Say It Ain’t So:Rats in the Basement might remember that I referred to my older son as my rat because he can survive anything (including me).  I said before and… Continue Reading “Blue Eyes”

Suck It Up, Sweet Pea

For two weeks, I have been dreading the start of Master’s Swim. I signed up again because my friend Karen had that look on her face that reminded me that doing Master’s Swim felt great, in the abstract anyway.  While I was actually at… Continue Reading “Suck It Up, Sweet Pea”