By the Way, I actually wrote the post proceeding this last saturday, but then, for a very good and undisclosed reason (which means I just don't have any interest in telling you why), I didn't post it when I wrote it.  Following saturday was (AMAZINGLY) sunday.  I don't get on the computer on sundays, and after sunday was monday.  Monday I told myself I will get on and post it.  Well monday came and went, followed by tuesday, wednsday, thursday, friday, and here we are at saturday again.  So I it turns out I just don't stand a chance of blogging during the week.  From now on I guess I'll plan to post things as soon as I write them, and that, is my long-winded and rambling way of saying - sorry for the two week silence.

Life just keeps coming

Yesterday was my senior meet.  My last home meet for Dimond swimming.  The milestones are beginning to loom soon, very very soon, I won't be freaking out because my friends and family are going on missions, leaving for college, and getting married.  Instead I'll be freaking out because I'm doing those things.  I always have thoughts for home improvement or better scheduling running through my head (though I rarely act on my thoughts).  Lately as I've thought "oh if we did this to the house", or, "if we made this chart",  I have been forced to think at the same time, "Even if I could convince mom to do that I won't be here to see if it works...".  It is very strange as I get older I think back and marvel at how old the priests in the priest quorum were.  How big and strong the seniors on the swim team were.  But now I'm there.  The old guy in the young men's program is me.  The big guy on the swim team is me.  It's extremely strange to think about.  And it's only going to get stranger...