August the First.

I've committed myself to the baby shower next week. Unless something comes up, I'm going to be bringing some homemade watermelon shrub. I don't know how many people are attending, but whoever's going to be there had better enjoy the shrub. I offered to make a cake, but my brother J. and his wife E. are going with a store-bought Wegman's cake. I said I could do black raspberry or even parsley, but no dice.

It was fairly remarkable both J. and E. were at the family dinner tonight. I didn't mention anything about it, not even a vague remark, knowing better than to draw attention to it. I didn't mention anything about it being done at my brother R. and his wife G.'s apartment, or that E. plans to bring her A/C unit over and install it there for the afternoon. I know she's starting her third trimester. It still strikes me as indicative of something beyond simple physical ease, because moving it seems a major undertaking.

Of incidental and blogging note regarding A/C units and their logistics, the power in half my apartment was out for about four hours today. Yes, half. The southern half. The northern half with the fridge and computer was fine, but the lights on the other side of the apartment, including the bathroom, were out for a while while the power company did some work on the roof. It was the tidiness of the outage that's staying with me.