We laughed

We laughed as we cleaned out one of the kitchen drawers; we should have been focusing on the task at hand: preparing dinner. There were hand creams, one Altoid in a tin dated 2009, numerous film cameras and chargers. She played a lone harmonica while I relayed to N all our discoveries. He said he wished he had come over.

She worried the cameras may be holding film. A worry that didn't seem to bother her until now. I popped open one camera after the other, slowly as to not let in too much light. One, tightly sealed in plastic, most likely from being sent off for a repair, held film. Unable to wind the film, I returned it to the drawer.

We set the top oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit and placed three temperature dials on the middle rack. This was how cleaning out the drawer had started: looking for dials to place in the top and lower oven to determine which was more off. An hour later, three temperature dials read 300 degrees Fahrenheit. She wobbled on her feet. The activity had taken its toll on her. I asked her to rest, removed the oven dials and punched in 400.