My Mom's growing up (in Oklahoma in the 30's and 40's) were colored by the dust bowl and the meager economy left from the depression. (We did not grow up with stories about how my parents walked 5 miles in the snow to get to school. But, there was nothing that would bring our groans on faster than one of Mom's dust bowl stories!)
There's the 9/11 generation... But there are large groups of people for whom there is no real defining of the time when their were just forming into adults.
Swimming brings on the most random of thoughts. Also today there was the thought that for the next suit, I think I can cut the armhole just a little further down. And what about a two piece suit?
There was no sun's glare today which made the swim just ever so much better.
I should have stopped for gas coming home. I should have stopped for a haircut (just down from the gas station). I didn't.
I'm going to roast some chicken thighs in the crockpot today.
And that's all I got so far today... I'm on to the sewing machine now...