I was still a bit nervous about going out alone (after falling last Sunday due to a sudden knee-failure) – or maybe that was just an excuse. Anyway, I stayed in. And have nothing to show for it, accomplishment-wise. C. is coming tomorrow.

 

Thank you for all your kind birthday wishes. I heard from my Oberlin friend Sylvia, a year older than I am and enormously more vigorous. I still enjoy cooking, but Sylvia regularly lays on meals for six to feed family and friends who live nearby. I couldn't do that. However, she had never heard of Madhur Jaffrey so I recommended her, as a cookery writer whose recipes work. That isn't true of all of them. 

 

I had a good Zoom meeting with my sister, but I forgot to ask her some questions I have about the assault on the Capital in January. I could probably track down the answers myself. When we finished, she was on her way out to the farmers’ market for peaches and corn. Tomatoes, in abundance, they are growing themselves. Oh! the American summer! There are compensations for that dreadful humid heat.