Hot hot hot birthday weather

Sometime I will tell why this blog is called lost in Scranton but not today.
It is hot hot hot birthday weather even though my birthday isn't until next week. I have always hated that my birthday occurs during my least favorite time of year, when I don't feel like eating a lovely rich birthday dinner, but the advent of air conditioning has made it more bearable. Living outside of Philadelphis when I was a child, my brother and I slept in the basement in the summer with fans blowing across our sweaty bodies and I will never forget the sweltering summers I spent in my late teens on the lower east side of manhatten. Tomorrow my friend Paul is cooking lobster for me and we will swim in his pool. Lovely.
It is also easy to eat local in July with tomatoes, zucchini, peppers, eggplant, basil and spearmint from my garden and just picked silver queen corn and delicious tiny golden plums from the Amish market. My garden has a sign that my daughter and I made for our old house when she was about 10. Years later she went back and stole it back for my garden in our new house.