Yesterday and today I tackled mementos and correspondence. I hauled the boxes out of my closet and commenced to sorting. Two years of cards and letters, sorted dated and bundled. I did find some stuff I could throw out, like envelopes and newspaper articles, and some stuff that I could cram into photograph albums and scrapbooks, like photographs and newspaper articles. I don't know how I continue to do that.
To the scrapbook, I added the newspaper photograph of RKC as honor essayist at high school graduation, tidily on the same page as her older sister's college graduation. Is it tacky to have obituaries in a scrapbook? I put in the notice from the religious organization to which RDC's aunt and uncle made a contribution for prayers in perpetuity for Granny, which is personal, but are public death notices as well weird to include? I am going with no, since I am the only person who will ever look at the books. Or maybe my father would be proud to know that I included the newspaper mention of his first hole-in-one (I love a small-town paper).
Swim 2K.
I must have left my swimsuit at the gym last time I swam. It wasn't in lost and found so I swam in my bathing suit, a tankini whose neckline is conservative (this is me, after all) but still not cut for laps. I need new jeans, too, and so I have to shop for the two most trying items at once! Yea! (Shoes are more boring, but I don't live in hopes that I will ever find The One Perfect Shoe.) Plus I could use another bra but I know where to find what I want if it's still available.
Two kilometers are 60 laps in this pool, 120 lengths, and three nonconsecutive lengths were butterfly. For the first time, 20 meters of fly didn't slay me. I could have done three 25-meter lengths, I felt, had that pool been open; my lengths weren't continuous because I still cannot do a damn flip turn. SEM tried to teach me with both of us in a pool, but it didn't take; and I have to assume everyone else I am likely to meet would be leery at teaching something that might involve bodily contact. So I have to visit SEM at camp; he's the only person I know as absent of body taboo as I am and who also knows and can teach me to turn.