Monthly Archives: June 2012
“My father used to say, ‘Well, Ann, maybe the best thing you’ll ever do, you haven’t even thought of yet.’ And as I think about this, maybe that time is now.” — Ann Curry
I’m running the usual route at 1 p.m. It’s about 101, give or take a heat stroke. As I start down a little dirt trail, there’s a ball in my path. Odd. I look at the message on it. It … Continue reading
I started out yesterday on the neighborhood loop. It’s a quiet little mile of suburbia. Shade trees, quiet streets, pleasant running. And then there he was again. The pit bull was back. At least he was alone this time. But … Continue reading
The Asics Fuji Racers, the latest entry in the Great Trail Shoe Derby, arrived in the mail yesterday. Coincidentally, we picked up a new Starbucks mug in San Antonio over the weekend (thanks to our pal TO, who had given … Continue reading
me: Why are we listening to bad country music? mo: Because we’re in Texas. me: Can we pretend we’re someplace where the music doesn’t suck? note to self: never listen to songs about pickup trucks before 11 a.m.
mo: Is that cheesecake on your toes? me: Um, yeah, I guess so. mo: Did you sleep with that on your toes, or did it get on them this morning? me: Which would get me in less trouble? mo: This … Continue reading