I’m writing to let you know the microwave is working again. Not because
anybody fixed it. No one here is that clever. It just started working again. We
never stopped pushing its buttons. Kind of wore it down I guess. Hope it’s not
depending on our attention now it’s back in action. We’re not buying the new car
either so I don’t know what Donald will do. Another summer without air
conditioning may motivate him into gainful employment. But you know how that
goes. September has a different outlook. Maybe his brother will be married by
then and moved out of the garage. Then we’d have room if the new car was back
on the table. I remember when he was born — not Donald, his brother. Two babies
in one room. Waking each other up night after night. No buttons or ultimatums.
Only time.
