Today in My History

2000:  Rolling in the Aisles
2001:  Return to Sender
2002:  Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days of Pre-Summer
2003:  Spare Parts
2004:  What a Difference a Year Makes
2005:  Another One Up in Smoke
2006 Boogers and Vomit

2007:  Status Quo
2008:  My Life in 90 Seconds
2009:  Barack's Bodacious Broads
2010:  Back to Bach
The Boys from Brasil
2012: The World of Books
2013: The Class of 2013

2014: Havin' a Heat Wave
2015: Sunday Stealing
2016: Flurry of Activity
2017: Boyes Hot Springs
2018  Compassion Stuff
2019: I Can't Believe I Ate the Hole Thing
Sunday Stealing

Books Read in 2022
 Updated 5/24
"Zero Day"
David Baldacci
(book #25 in 2022)

My family

Bev's 65 x 365

Books Read in 2022
Books Read in 2021
Books Read in 2020

Books Read in 2019
Books Read in 2018

Books Read in 2017
Books Read in 2016
Books Read in 2015
Books Read in 2014
Books Read in 2013

Books Read in 2012
Books Read in 2011
Books Read in 2010

Cast (updated 7/21)


Some Background Links:
The Philosophy of Juice & Crackers
The story of Delicate Pooh
The story of the Pi´┐Żata Group
Pumpkin pies
Who IS this Gilbert person anyway?

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7 June 2022

Tom and his family are vacationing at their condo in Maui this week.  Laurel posted several photos, including the waterfall, which is the photo of the day, which I found so beautiful.  It made me think of swimming, wondering who taught the girls to swim.

The two things I remember my father teaching me are swimming and driving a car.  Our driving lessons usually ended up with the two of us not speaking to each other as we returned home, but I did learn how to drive (and park) in San Francisco.  Before he would let me apply for a drivers' license I had to be able to parallel park on our very steep hill, in standard transmission car.  I got very good at being able to work the clutch and back into a space between two cars.

When I went for my drivers' license, the DMV office was on Van Ness Avenue, a flat part of the city.  they had me drive around for a couple of blocks and park in their back yard and then said I was safe to drive in SF.  I know I was safe to drive in San Francisco, but oh the many people who didn't do hills who were deemed qualified.  I thought about them a lot.

My father loved summer and any place where we could go where he could sunbathe and swim.  He always had a white nose, with cream he smeared on it to keep it from burning.

He probably taught us how to swim at the big pool at Boyes Hot Springs

It was a big pool--not sure if it was Olympic size or not.  The diving boards were at the deep end.  We stayed at the shallow end until we were comfortable swimming and then he took us down to have us learn to dive. 

I thought about that every time I saw one of our kids, who were on the diving team, diving off the high board .  I could dive off the low board just fine but I was terrified on the high board.  It took me a long time standing at the end, with my father in the pool encouraging me, to finally jump off, feet first.

Watching Ned do various dives off the high board made me feel amazed that he could do that.

I was especially amazed when he dove off the 5' diving board at UC Davis and landed on his stomach.  He swam the length of the pool, swam back, climbed the board again and dove perfectly. 

He actually won an award that year, and I'm sure it was because of his ability to dive a second time when the first dive had gone so wrong.



Tom's family is vacationing in Hawaii.


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