Friday, September 26, 2003

A Pocket Full of Rye

I had a philosophical discussion with Thomas in the car yesterday. We were singing the nursery rhyme "Sing a Song of Sixpence." After the last line, "Wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?" he asked "What's a king?"

"A king is the boss of everybody. He tells people what to do."

After a short pause, he said "Don't people know what to do?"

I had to smile. "Yes, Thomas, people know what to do. That's why we don't have kings anymore."

Tuesday, September 23, 2003

Johanna is starting to take her first few tentative steps -- for anyone but Mama and Dada! She walked twice today, and we weren't there either time. Her vocabulary is up to five words now: Mama, milk, more, Dada, and ball.

Our relay team did well on Saturday at the Jack 15, narrowly beating another team made up of our friends. Everybody ran well, considering the prairie wind coming right out of the south. There aren't many trees between White and Brookings to break the wind. Grandpa Jim shattered the 70-74 age group record with a time of 2:22:29 for 15.2 miles. I told him it gave me something to shoot for in the year 2034.

Thursday, September 18, 2003

Tami returned Sunday night with tales of rain, cold, people falling off of horses, and non-stop laughter. It's the camping effect: lots of little miseries that add up to loads of fun. It reminded me of my trips to the BWCA.

The Gold Bar 5K went reasonably well. I forgot to stop my watch at the finish, but I had just passed a runner who finished in 22:04, so I was about 50 seconds faster than last year. Next up is the Jack 15 relay on Saturday morning. We're running in the coed 5x3 division again.

Saturday, September 13, 2003

I'm about to run the Gold Bar 5K. I'm curious to see how I'll feel; I haven't run a single step since last Sunday's Sioux Falls Half Marathon. Tami's on a trail ride for the weekend -- I'm not making that up.