Friday is a beautiful day. Late lunch, grocery shopping, nap. The largest fireworks display in the area is in the park, a ten minute walk from my house. It’s not overly crowded, there’s a clear sky and a gentle breeze. Just a perfect night. ::sigh::
Saturday is hot and sticky. I made ice cream: Banana with rum-soaked strawberries and coconut with dark chocolate chunks. Mel and I clean the house. Dad and evil step-mother come over for barbecue. It pours. Every time we go back in the house, it stops raining.
While Dad and I grill, step-mother is grilling Mel: “Is everything okay, really?” She is always looking for someone to conspire with and something to commiserate over. She likes nasty/sad secrets, they make her feel important and “in the know”. She
asked probed Mel several times, looking for something. Her queries are gentle, all under the guise of caring deeply. Mel kept telling her everything is wonderful. We know her game. Even if we had problems, Mel would never give her the satisfaction.
After dessert, they leave. We watch Quills and are very amused.
Sunday is steamy but nice. The neighborhood is somnolent. No cicadas buzzing yet. Everything is in slow motion, sort of dreamy. We pick lottery numbers together and dream a little more. Gotta play to win, of course. Then we went to Shakespeare in the park. A perfect night for A Midsummer Night’s Dream.