Day 22

Oh the glorious daybreak! W tossing and turning and finally waking up, "Daddy, daddy, wake up. Wake up, the pajamas are wet." You think it is just a ploy to get you up but when he backs up his rear end next to your face, you realize he is not bluffing. He has a diaper about the size of Texas and of course it has leaked enough to be uncomfortable to sleep. So, up we get, get changed, and head downstairs for some oatmeal, blueberries, and yoghurt. While going down the stairs, I realize what I have done the night before and what my legs are not doing at the moment. Oh, the joyous feeling in the hamstrings and calves! Life is boring without pain, pain keeps you real (my old wise saying).
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Since everyone was at work, we did an excursion to the local TJ Maxx and Ross stores in High Point. I mainly got to try a football since W decided that we have a minicamp for the upcoming NFL season. He was the quarterback and I was supposed to receive his throws, according to him. He surprised me by tossing nice spirals, with two hands. We had our share of good fun. Finally, I was able to lure him into having a timeout like real players. We sat in the furniture section, testing some garden set, and had a snack with our team manager Maaret who supplied the refreshments after snooping around the clothing racks.
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While 2/3 of the team were taking a nap, the oldest and wisest went to the local Gold's Gym to show the meat heads some real power. Missy was nice enough to sneak me in as her guest and then embarrass me while doing shoulders. She kindly let me go first and huff and puff, then she quietly picked up the same weights and did the same number of reps. Thanks for making me look like Arnold in his heyday!
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Meanwhile, the injured wannabe sprinter Danny went to see an orthopedic doctor for his tendon issues and came back with instructions to go get a MRI test later this week. They think he has an inflamed or partially torn Achilles tendon. Come on, no pain, no gain. The rest of the evening was reserved for the kids and a real Class A baseball game. You do not go to the game with an empty stomach, so some great Thai food did the trick with Wilmer and Zoe extensively practicing their shrieks in a half full restaurants. Turned out that you do not go to the game at all if it rains. As it happened, the thunderstorms ruined the game. So, we had to move to plan B: NBA Finals, Game 4, in front of the TV. -- Late night update, Lakers 3 - Orlando 1. Compass to Virginia tomorrow and then home. The car odometer shows 2500+ miles (4000 km) at the moment for this trip. Night night.