That Waris Dirie is one fine-looking person, wow. I mean it. Wonder if she can mix a mojito.

Gah, I’m out of gum…

I’ve been thinking about that race my wife and daughter ran in. There is a long post I could put here, but I think I’ll keep it to myself, to the extent that I am able to do that. I will list a few of the highlights, though, for me, in no particular order:

• Gamma got to do somersaults in the inflatable castle.

• Watching a chubby young Moslem woman in a headscarf start, and finish the race (with a decent time). I was rooting for her.
• You know that cartoon character Tintin (has different names in different languages, I believe)? There were two young women running who had that exact same haircut – short with that cowlick sticking up in front, in bright orange. One finished way before the other, then came back through the crowd, climbed back through the fence onto the course and finished with her friend, holding hands. The race, in general, was a big mix of people from every political etc quarter. These two women were wearing shirts with a team name on the back with Dyke-something in the name. There was also a group named Run Against Racism, and some lefties, and the Social Democrats had a tent, and the conservative party did, and the rightist party also had a tent.
• After the race, we walked around eating food. At one tent they were giving away Kaiserschmarren which was this desserty thing that looks like badly-made crepes and was pretty good. Some guy took our picture, but I wandered out of the frame, a habit of mine. My daughter was a bit put off by all the women milling about wearing t-shirts embossed with some slogans of the rightist party here. Later, we went back for more and noticed that it was the tent of the rightist party. So we figure my wife and daughter will eventually turn up on some FPOe campaign poster… Not crazy about their politics, but they can sure make Kaiserschmarren.

Gamma wants to enter the kids’ race next year.
There, I got all the way through the post without writing anything embarassing about how it felt to see your kid finish a race like that, after watching her struggle for life as a little preemie. In fact, I didn’t actually see her cross the finish line, as it was so crowded all I saw was my wife race past with a big grin on her face. But you know what I mean.