Tuesday, August 10, 2010

nothing about plants... but anyway...

Well folks... it's been a while hasn't it?

Hope nobody was worried... I've just had a tough few weeks, and didn't have the energy required to put thoughts to paper. And what energy I did have was being sapped by Texas summer... it's hideous out there!

But today, at the end of a day of driving all over the Dallas Ft. Worth metroplex... I saw an Ice Cream store... and a little voice inside my head said, "I want ice cream."

I tried to ignore it.

Then the voice went, "PLEEEEEEEEEEEEESE.... I want some Ice cream please, please, please, please, pleeeeeeese..."

I kept ignoring it.

Then the voice stated quite firmly and with a surprisingly matter of fact tone... "If you don't give me an ice cream cone I'm going to throw a temper tantrum. And then you'll be sorry."

Your inner child should never be ignored. He needs occasional treats. Otherwise, you lose your sense of fun and happiness.

So that's how a mid forties, hot sweaty man ended up in the Braums Ice Cream Parlor leaning against the glass over the party colored flavors mumbling... "That looks good... no, I think I want that one... no wait, is that Rocky Road? Oh cool! Cookies and cream... and what's that one?"

I settled for cookies and cream, and mint chocolate chip.

And yeah, I'm sure they thought I was an escapee from the local mental asylum, but who gives a damn? I'm never gonna see those people again... Actually, the lady behind the counter, a fifty something Grandmotherly type, had a look on her face that said this isn't the first time a full grown man stood in front of that counter acting like an over excited 8 year old.

And not only did I get ice cream... I came out of it in a totally better mood.

Now, me and ice cream go way back... Mom and I used to go get ice cream about every week in the summer, usually on Sunday evening. It was one of our favorite minor rituals. Since Mom passed, I haven't been in an ice cream shop... I had no reason to go to one.

Now, I'm realizing that I was depriving myself. Not neccesarily of ice cream, although that would be bad enough, but more the sense of fun that ice cream evokes from my childhood. I don't know that I'll be going every week again... but I am going to make a point of giving my inner child an occasional treat.


  1. Claude, I think you should treat yourself and your inner child to Ice Cream at least once a week, or until you have sampled all the flavors. - G

  2. "I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!" Claude, I'm sorry about your Mom. But don't deny your inner child anything - that's where your sense of wonder resides. I get milkshakes all the time. You'll get your happy back!

  3. What a "refreshingly sweet" post!!! LOL! Seriously though, you better get back to eating some ice cream! I like the two flavors you picked, BTW!

    Happy to see you again...I must say I was beginning to wonder if you were still alive!!! Just kidding! See ya around...

  4. Good for you and your inner child! Hey, no fair, showing that pic. I haven't had breakfast yet, and my stomach is growling at me. Glad to see you back.

  5. Ohhh they look so good! Ice cream is one of my favorite indulgences. I have great memories of ice cream also. My parents used to make home made peach ice cream in the summer. It was so delicious. I always got to lick the beater off after my Mom got most of the ice cream off. Yum! Great memories!

  6. well, whats wrong with grown man lusting for ice cream ? I have it once every other day...and there's always a tub in my freezer....