We all watched the exciting men's medley relay race last night and enjoyed seeing Phelps get his 8th gold at these Olympics. The race was anti-climatic to the butterfly race of the previous night when Phelps won by one one-hundredth of a second...without slow motion and electronic touch pads, the Serbian, Cavic, would have been declared the winner. But Phelps' extra stroke while Cavic took a long glide into the wall allowed Phelps' to beat him by .01 second. Amazing. As we watched the finish, I commented that someone better give his mom some oxygen, as I was sure she was suffering heart failure. Then the cameras showed her reaction. I was right. She, like many others, thought Michael had finished second. When she realized he'd finished first, she had to sit down. Last night, the NBC reporter was asking Phelps how it felt to win 8 golds and beat Spitz's record. My girls said, he's just thrilled to have it all over.
Immediately after the race, we prepared for bed, but had to stop at the computer and check on Fay. That is the life in the path of a hurricane. It's still a few days off (and the current projections have it being even with Tampa later than yesterday's predictions) and we're not glued to the set yet, but between activities, we check on Fay. That was the first thing we did this morning, too. The hurricane season of 2004 was exhausting, not just from the actual work of preparing for evacuations 4 times, but the days spent waiting to see what each storm would do. It seemed like 6 full weeks of checking on storms. I hope this season doesn't repeat that.
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