Frying in June

I am totally confused about everything these days except one thing: I am not deaf. And I know this because I took the time to actually go to the doctor and have my hearing checked. And if I am not deaf, then Kate must mumble...You can tell that these simple words cover a ton of backing and forthing in our house that start with: What did you say?
But gentle reader: I am not deaf and I am also quite superior because I started and finished a book about Madame Pompadour. I didn't even take months because actually it was quite good. But since I read all the time and mostly trash I am glad to send out a tweet saying that my last book was: Madame Pompadour and my current book is my Erik Larsen about an american family in Berlin during Hitler's rise. If I could remember the title, I would include it. But maybe I won't tweet it just in case my tweet somehow bumps into Congressman Weiner's twitter account. Is this the season of men who can't keep their pants zipped up both in practice and in cyberspace?

Arnie is coming to town tonight and tomorrow is Kate's official graduation from 8th grade at Friends. Many transistions here. I am on the hotseat for donuts for the official breakfast which will be early enough so that we don't all die from the heat. I was advised to take cold packs with me and just wrap them in a light weight pocket book. The Quakers may be wonderful but they have done nothing to make the Meeting House comfortable in hot weather. Spook is also in town and then we will all go off for a fabulous lunch.