Ennui

Well, we don't have any neighborhood violence to match the Brooklyn Branch Office's evening entertainment. In fact, not much is happening at all.

Tom and Helen spent much of the day doing laundry, planting and puttering around while I was at work. Late this afternoon they went to see an old farm house for sale we had seen in the paper. The picture of the exterior was attractive, but apparently it wasn't much to look at inside. Tom then took off for a meeting and I popped the lasagna he had constructed into the oven for dinner. It wasn't done in the prescribed hour, so Helen suggested we unwrap all the foil and give it another half hour to brown up a bit. So it is almost time for dinner as I write.

Their daughter Lucy was due to arrive tonight for a visit, but she called a while ago to say she will come up tomorrow morning instead. She would have had to leave Chicago after a long day at work and not get here until 11:30 or so. Better for her anyway. Tomorrow morning at 7:30 the air conditioning crew is supposed to arrive and start hammering and jammering away. I don't think it would have been fun after a long drive and short night's sleep.

We went to Culver's last night for ice cream, having failed to get there earlier in the week. Helen had the Bananas Foster sundae, and Tom and I each had a Turtle Sundae. Nummy! But now what do we do tonight?

As we looked around at Culver's, we noticed that people -- ourselves included -- seem to be heavier than they used to be. Do you think eating sundaes at Culver's could be part of the problem?

See, I told you nothing much was happening.