summer

It’s hard to imagine a time when you had to sit on Sundays and not do anything that could be considered work. I am bored to death and I have lovely options. I read my book, I read my e-mails, I look at cookbooks. Sometimes I do a little food prep.—cutting up onions or something, but no cooking. It is over 90 outside and I am like a kid, watching the clock, only I watch the thermometer. As it gets a little cooler later in the day, I will go outside and let the chickens out. I might pick some more blueberries. 

We had a nice lunch at Loco’s—my Dad, john and deb, john and gini. My Dad had suggested we go somewhere different from DePalma’s. He was having some digestive discomfort and thought Italian might not be good. We had a very good lunch at Loco’s and I thought about why we prefer depalma’s generally. It is the atmosphere, I think. Loco’s is full of TV sets and people dressed pretty casually. I think DePalma’s is a step up, although the food is not any better and the menu, which is interesting, doesn’t have the main dish salads that we seem to prefer. Ray always orders chicken caesar. Now that the service is at 10:30, we usually try to order wine when we get to the restaurant, but they tell us, “no alcohol until 12:30.” Daddy was puzzled today—why did this just start to be a problem? The answer is because we used to get there an hour later…just about 12:30 at the earliest. 

So here we are home with nothing we have to do…too hot to go outside, no need to cook (and truthfully, no energy). Ray has been sleeping a lot the last few days, fighting off a cold. He seems much better today, but is working on his computer. I assume he has a lot of work to catch up on for his class.