Here’s the hard line

No Terence Trent D’Arby in sight, either.

“X-Men 2” rocked. At least 60% more Famke Janssen!

I’m committed to two races, one on foot and one on wheels. The latter is a benefit for diabetes, and I’ll post the information for any who may want to contribute. Had a great hour run last night, but my heel came up sore. One of the guys on the running team just finished his final chemo, so I don’t think I can bag because my foot hurts or my allergies are bugging me.

Weekend was good, but, as always, extremely short. In the sense that one can give a gift which the recipient must actually go to the store and pick out, the girls “gave” their mom a new bicycle, a nice Specialized hybrid that she seems very comfortable on. On Sunday we logged a slow five miles on the bike path, but had a great time. Bekah’s really coming along, considering she just had to learn hand brakes last week. Already got her shifting. Another couple of weeks and she’ll forget there was any other way.

Have I mentioned the superior qualities of the iPod? No? Well, then, let me . . . Oh, you say I have? Well, okay.

Finishing “Holes,” working on a book of Richard Ford stories.

Rebekah yesterday morning approached the sink, water bottle in hand, in slo-mo, panting, “Must ! . . . Have! . . . Water!” I’m rearing two very funny girls.