I tried to keep the doors and windows open this morning, but the house temperature rose 3˚ in about a half hour. I gave in, shut everything and turned on the air conditioner. The house is quite comfortable now.
Last night was a toss and turn night. I went to bed around 12:30 but was still awake close to 3, but that’s the last clock watching I remember. I crawled out of bed at 10:15.
When I checked the weather report on line, there was no mention of rain. The Cape Times, however, did predict rain so I’m going with local. Some clouds have appeared so I’m a bit hopeful.
When I was a kid, rain never hampered a summer day. Heavy rain, even a deluge, was the most fun of all. We ran barefooted. Our clothes got soaked. We splashed puddles and the rivers running along the street next to the curb. We laughed in sheer joy.
My mother was a genius at extending ingredients especially hamburger, her medium of choice. We loved American chop suey. That the name was a misnomer never occurred to us because we hadn’t ever tasted real chop suey. My mother also made another pseudo-Chinese dish with hamburger. This one had Chow Mein Noodles, the slurpy kind, and crispy chow mein noodles on top. It also had water chestnuts, Chun King from the can. The ingredients seemed exotic to us. She made a sort of hamburger stroganoff long before Hamburger Helper. There were also dishes where the hamburger wasn’t disguised like meat loaf, spaghetti and meatballs and regular hamburgers on the grill.
The milkman came every few days leaving bottles of Milk on the back step. Besides regular white milk, my mother had one bottle of chocolate milk delivered. We couldn’t drink just chocolate milk. We had to mix the white milk with the chocolate. It didn’t matter though as the chocolate milk disappeared quickly. We then had to mix Nesquik powder with our milk. I still remember the clink of spoon to glass when I stirred to mix. It is one of the fun sounds of childhood.