The air conditioner is already blasting. The house was hot when I woke up so even before I made coffee I turned on the AC. The high for today will be 86°. It is an August on Cape Cod sort of day.

I have small gripes, little things which somehow drive me crazy. One of them is the ad which is constantly repeated on YouTube and airs twice in a row. It is for a Toyota dealership. One line sends me right back to the 1950’s. The speaker says even a woman can shop there. Wow, good to know! I watched another video where two couples went out to eat together. The men sat in the front, the women in the back. I wondered if they also walked behind their husbands. I think I live in a time warp.

When I was a kid, we seldom went out to eat. It was just too expensive. We did, once in a while, go to Kitty’s. It was mostly Italian, and it was usually busy with filled tables and lots of noise. It always felt special to me. I can still see us in my mind’s eye at a table in the corner by the door. For some reason I remember old waitresses who were extraordinary, who could line up dishes on their arms and carry them from the kitchen and around tables to their final destinations. There was so much food on the plates that we always had leftovers. Kitty’s is still one of my favorite places though I haven’t eaten there in years.

I am a fan of cheeseburgers. When I go out to eat, I often order them. For sides I love onion rings, the ones with the thin batter, and sweet potato fries. At seafood restaurants I pig out on the seafood platter with cole slaw on the side. My mother always got shrimp. I am partial to scallops. I like to crack my own lobsters though I’d never turn down a lobster roll. I like tangy cole slaw. I’ll always try new foods as long as there are no beans. My favorite pizza is sausage with caramelized onion. I think my tastes in foods are cosmopolitan. When I traveled, I ate foods whose names I didn’t know or couldn’t pronounce. It was like mystery dining.

Because I live by myself, I don’t make elaborate meals. I eat what is easy. I have eggs often and usually add cheese, cheddar. If I cook a real meal, it is cause for celebration. The dogs wear party hats, and there are streamers. Henry turns in circles. Nala wiggles that stubby tail. I use real dishes. Music plays. I’m eating dinner, not supper.

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