It’s been hot and wet–hey, at least I didn’t say moist–and literally raining cicadas.  You can dodge raindrops and hail more easily than swarming cicadas.  Not my favorite plague.  It really is like a steaming jungle here.

Still, I sweat on over to Avdi’s, with a lot of help from music mixes, or fixes would be more accurate.  Music is another love that I had lost interest in in Ohio, along with many things, and have reclaimed.  I’ve mostly left behind the old school stuff, and am discovering newer genres.  I’m almost caught up to this decade!  No going backwards for me.

For erev Shabbat, besides the renowned challot, I steamed a big pile of assorted greens from the garden with basmati rice seasoned with turmeric and other Indian-style spices, to go with simple roasted chicken.  S actually loved the latter, and even asked for more.  Progress.

The kids are now all officially off for the summer, and already lining up activities and camps.  After that, they’ll go visit their Mom in her new home in Michigan.  Avdi will get to go away to visit friends and places.  It sounds like I’ll be on my own.

Here are the usual photos.  Note the corn and beans.  And lots of milkweed!