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My aunt reports:

Today for lunch, John, Jen and I had hot dogs.

This morning, John and Jen decided that the house could wait but shopping needed doing. So they went to No Frills, which is, by the way, air conditioned.

Today Jen did the baseboard tiles in Robin's bathroom, except for the corners.* John fixed the last light in Robin's kitchen and a light in Robin's bathroom. John and Robin discussed the placement of the ceiling fan on the third floor, with much reference to trigonometry**

William worked on transoms and door knobs.

All had microwave popcorn, served in one of Rob's ceiling light covers.

Today, Jen consulted the weather report in The Globe and found that the cities with reported temperatures higher than Toronto's were: Athens, Baghdad (47! How do they stand it?), and six cities in the US, including New York (by 1 degree) and the usual suspects. It was only 29 degrees in Mumbai. It was 29 degrees in Barcelona, John.

Neil is sanding picture frames for Jane's art show. Don't worry folks that's another project, but we like to keep ourselves busy.

Re: yesterday's report about drills. John says he bought a ceramic drill "bit" not a "drill." AND, he stressed, the number of drills has gone down because they gave one back to Brian K. So the free world's supply of drills is still adequate, but not excessive.
Much love, Helen

*She says the black baseboards and the blue walls and the white floor look great together. Yay!
**Apparently we need an extension rod. *sigh* Jen will get one.***
***She's also going to Ikea to see if they'll take back any of our extra kitchen stuff.

Did not go up to the cottage -- inertia got the better of me. I went over to John and Helen's after work and ate dinner (roast chicken with spinach rice vermicelli and peas) and Jen and I watched Foyle's War. Jen and Tilde drove me home in the nice air-conditioned car, and Tilde got very anxious (as she does) when I got out. We promised her she'd see me again.

Spent about 20 minutes searching for fans in the house and could not find any (except the ceiling fan in my parents' room, which I'm always afraid will decapitate me). This is not to say there ARE none, just that my parents' house is so full of stuff that it's impossible to find anything. One day my house will contain NO EXTRANEOUS STUFF. I swear it. But I did get a lot of windows open, and I drank a lot of water and spritzed myself regularly with water (thanks

dancinghorse!) (actually it was Eau Roma Water, same general idea, but smelling of roses) and read the first novella in The Queen In Winter (thinking it over, not wild about it -- not enough internal logic, tiresome henchman exposits way too much, obstacles vanish as if by magic and then everything works out happily -- but have hopes of the others) and then half of Mr. Popper's Penguins when I still couldn't sleep.