Friday night: The family went out to enjoy dinner at Bert’s Seafood.
Saturday: A family tradition we’re trying to keep going is to attend the semifinals of the ACC Women’s Basketball Tournament at the coliseum. Susan and I like the basketball. The girls like the food. Make that Camille is mostly interested in the food. Unfortunately, Susan and I ate what can be loosely described as “barbecue” at the game. She’s now down for the count with all sorts of gastrointestinal problems.
Top Camille-ism of the day: “Can we have some of those dippy dots?” That would be Dippin’ Dots of course. Maybe she was describing the people serving ‘em?
Scariest moment of the day: We didn’t see it happen, just the aftermath, but one of the UVA cheerleaders hit the floor during a routine. She seemed to be okay.
Returning home, we saw a raccoon laying in a gutter a block from our house, still moving. First thoughts: rabies or hit by a car. After a couple of walks with the dog, I noticed it was still there and moving. Probably not rabies. We called Animal Control. Voicemail, of course.
Sunday: Susan’s still suffering with gastrointestinal problems. We’re running late on everything because of time change. Good news: I finally got Pippin to do what he hasn’t done since he came home with us. We walked a little over 3 miles this morning. Felt great to me and to him. Not much stopping on the walk. My goal: Get him so tired he won’t chew everything. Result: He’s sacked out in the kitchen.
Tonight: “The Wire” finale. Creator David Simon unspools the series on NPR. Boyd links to Simon unleashing on the Sun. All I can say is, I feel ya, dog.
