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.
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
ReplyDelete"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!
ReplyDeleteWhat a "refreshingly sweet" post!!! LOL! Seriously though, you better get back to eating some ice cream! I like the two flavors you picked, BTW!
ReplyDeleteHappy to see you again...I must say I was beginning to wonder if you were still alive!!! Just kidding! See ya around...
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.
ReplyDeleteOhhh 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!
ReplyDeletewell, 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....
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