It's just one of those weekends where the hurrieder you go the behinder you get. Zoe's brother was to have arrived Friday night, from Iowa, but due to overbooking, bumping, and mechanical failure, didn't arrive until last night. My son Robby left Saturday morning for eastern Washington and a Phish concert. I had him take my van since I thought it had a better chance of making it than his car. The water pump blew up outside of Ellensburg. Some friends of one of his passengers saw them and gave them a ride into Vantage where they were all to meet. At eight o'clock I get a call from Robby inside the show. "Hi dad! Listen to this!" I got to hear a minute of Phish on a cell phone. Hopefully they will get the van towed into Ellensburg today and get it fixed. Robby is with a lot of friends that will be helping. My daughter Katie is up this weekend and we will be meeting her shortly, with Zoe's mom and brother, for breakfast in Langley. This is a big weekend in Langley since it is the weekend of the annual arts and crafts fair. We will take a little of that in and then, weather and tides permitting, go out for a boat ride this afternoon.

Links later. And there is no shortage of shit happening. We get to watch Bush arguing about the meaning of "is." Lance takes the yellow jersey in a memorable climb at the Alp d'Huez. Memorable because it was an actual race. Lance was not as dominant as in the past. And Jeneane discovers an early blogger from 60 years ago — my grandfather! This and more later. Gotta go.