Still too hot and humid to open the windows at night. My Dad and I set out some plants he had started: bok choy, broccoli, and lettuce. They should do well, if we keep them watered and the bugs don't get them. I have two summer squeash plants coming along nicely. It will be touch and go to see if we can keep them protected from bugs and they can produce fruit before it gets too cold. The days are shorter now.

Cameron rolled in something (dead) a couple days ago and smells awful. He stands at the door and whines, not knowing why I don't let him in the house. He thinks I am mad at him, but doesn't know why.

Ray went to work, my Dad was here for a few hours. We walked to Nancy's and back, with five eggs from her hens. I think we got three from ours too, so we're good on eggs for the moment. I might make a quiche, especially as there are some good leeks--or vichysoisse. I wanted to cook the pork ribs for Labor Day, but am saving them for John Olive, who is at the beach again, not surprisingly.

I did some reading for class and worked on an assignment involving death rates over 25 years and pie charts. And I finished my application for a county job.

I had found a half-pound of ground beef in the freezer. I think maybe my Dad left it there. I followed a recipe from Rachel Ray and made mini-meatloaves with mashed potatoes and some asparagus from the freezer. It was good and filling. We don't eat that way much any more. I didn't have any ice cream. We were done eating about 6:30 and starting watching TV. Jeopardy, John Stewart, and the rest of a movie we had started from Netflix: Maid in Manhattan. It wasn't outstanding, but entertaining. Then it was too early to go to bed and we didn't really know what else to do. I finished my book and eventually fell asleep. This morning Ray is on the couch. I suspect my breathing bothered him in the night.