Today’s entry is filled with Random.
No overlying theme, no unified message I felt the need to write about.
So I decided to have a bowl of ice cream.
I can hear you questioning me now: Ice Cream? At the beginning of December?
It was a night for ice cream.
I remember being a little girl, maybe about five or six.
I was out in the front yard with my mom, “helping” with yard work, This was in Toronto and it had to be October or November – no snow on the ground yet. (And when I was a kid, we ALWAYS had snow by December. Not as much now.)
I remember my then babysitter walking past, ice cream cone in hand and my mom stopping her, laughingly asking why on earth she had ice cream on such a cold day. Karen just smiled at my mom and said “I just felt like ice cream today.”
I just felt like ice cream today.
Mint Chocolate Chip, in case anyone was wondering.