It's 9:30, 75 degrees out. I have been up for more than 2 hours, but Ray and T are still asleep. My Dad stopped me as I was on my way downstairs to remind me he wants me to "fix" his computer one last time. On Monday, he moves to a Retirement Community, reluctantly, and the cleaners will come on Tuesday to make his apartment habitable. He wanted to know who we were cleaning for, who was moving in, but I can't even walk in there without being grossed out. I don't know how he stands the piles of discarded papers, open jars of condiments and wine...never mind.
I have boiled potatoes and a little carrot for my Mom's well-loved potato salad, as well as a few eggs. Later I will marinate pork chops to grill. We will have some zucchini as well. This is how I cook when it is hot. I will cook some extra meat to eat cold with leftover potato salad tomorrow. We will close the windows soon to keep it cool. I hear the cicadas, which are a harbinger of a hot day, to me.
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