A Nice Soother

We had a wonderful time with Von, carrying her to the Bingo Castle--where she won $50--, watching the debate, and taking in TWO football games: Tennessee/Auburn (damn, Auburn won!) and, natch, the Georgia/Bama matchup: yippeee for The Real Deal! E taught Von to play Rummy-O (of course), at which (of course) she excelled. And we watched Chris Rock's Kill The Messenger--LOLLOLLOL. ("I don't want to vote for somebody who was captured: I want to vote for somebody who escaped!") We also introduced her to a show we're intrigued by on the Sundance Channel, Architecture School, wherein Tulane grad students build homes in the post-Katrina 9th ward. Fascinating problems/politics. Polished off the weekend at the Donut Hole for breakfast this morning--getting there just ahead of the big crush.

Weirdly, the Bingo Castle was on the front page of the NW Florida Daily News this morning AND in this cool vid (we recognize all these people):





A few days at the end of last week, we hung about the house and no workers came: it was lovely. As were the days when we could have the doors and windows open, which seemed to facilitate a new sense of adventure/orientation in Squeak: for the first time ever she went into the back yard (with that scary swimming pool) on her own hook--and later showed up on the front porch! This is the first time she's ever squeezed through the fence (wish we'd seen *that* feat) and connected back to front. Baby steps, sure, but we're Very Proud.