We got kicked out of the house three times this weekend. Two lookers on Saturday, and an open house held by Sharon Applebaum today. No one came to the open house.

Over at Dad’s, everyone took a turn shooting a BB gun I found in the basement. Kathy joined us after another tiring day (especially with us staying up late on a day-light-savings-time-switch night.) She’s a pretty good shot.

Nicole hit the box three times. Danny was proud to hit it twice. I hit the bull’s eye three times. Dad hit the outer eye twice, which was pretty good because he was doing yard work without his glasses and had to guess where it was.

Dad should wear his glasses when he mows the yard. He misses spots.

Kathy hit the box twice, both times close to the outer eye.

Mom came out and added two good shots and used the last two BB’s. She had her glasses on, and she never leaves spots when she mows the yard.

The pollen count hit 2000+ over the week. It seems to be letting up, and finally, Danny’s terrible cough and Nicole’s not-as-terrible cough are subsiding. Dad and I discussed how a count of 120 is considered high. A count of 200 is extremely high. “So what the heck is 2000 and how much more extremely high can it get?” Dad asked.

I told him that maybe it’s like falling. Falling 500 feet is an extremely long and dangerous way to fall. So is one mile. This is probably not a perfect metaphor.