Signs of summer

One of the most reliable signs of summer is the first night we can have dinner on the roof. Sunday was the night. Kate and I had spent our morning in the park with Miss Murray running and watching folks, some 45,000 folks to be exact, stream into Central Park for a massive AIDS walk. So it was a beautiful day! Homework, lunch and a swim with Grandma Dot, bang, it's all gone.

After dinner Kate went off to deliver fresh salad which she had made along with a vinaigrette to the Friends shelter as part of her community service assignment for school. An assignment she almost forgot and really wanted to blow off! My opinion. In the early afternoon we went to the super market near Grandma Dot to buy various salad greens and to my horror the total bill was $25. No wonder they wanted salad and not cookies. But then to Kate's horror I insisted that we deliver them in a pillow case which keeps everything crisp. I also discovered that Kate had no idea how to make salad. She has a good grip on a vinaigrette but actually getting the greens together was a new trick for her. She took a head of lettuce and put the entire thing in the salad spinner. Ok, time for a life lesson about how to make salad.

Arnie heard today that he is out of the running for what would have been a very exotic job in Abu Dhabi. I think we're both sad but it was going to be a very two edged opportunity with some great ups but also numerous other attendant problems. This morning as I walked to work I kept hearing an old Rosemary Clooney song in my head, "Whatever will be, will be."