Mr. T sent me the following email a couple of weeks ago when I was out of town. I enjoyed his story and hope you will too!
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By Jeff Tidyman
I just got out of the shower. Even
though Annie went to the groomer today, I had to wash her. I wiped
down the inside of the Nissan. And I had to hose myself off
outside
before I could even come inside. It's time for bed.
I started at 9:00 or so tonight. I was
sitting outside on the front step enjoying the evening. It's pitch
black outside, except for the lighting off to the southeast. Annie
is next to me watching the occasional car drive by. It's hot and
muggy. It'll probably rain tonight. The thermometer says it's
still
90 even though it's after 9. But, for the middle of August, it's
still a nice night.
I want something sweet an am not sure
what. Yes, I am sure. A Cyclone from Macs. The last couple of
times I've been there I've gotten a cherry malt for myself while
I've
gotten Cyclones for everyone else. Tonight I want a Cyclone. I'm
not sure what flavor yet.
“Come on, Annie. Let's get some ice
cream.” Annie dances around my feet. She's more excited than I
am. When I get to the curb I tell her to wait, and she does. I
walk
across the street to the Nissan, unlock it and look back. Annie is
still waiting patiently. “Good girl, Annie.” I open the door
and look to make sure there is no traffic. Annie is ready to jump
out of her skin, but she waits obediently. “Come on, Annie,” and
she bounds across the street and into the Nissan.
It's a beautiful summer evening. My
dog is being obedient. And I'm on my way to get ice cream. It
can't
get any better. I think I felt like you did the evening we were
headed to pick mulberries.
Driving with the windows down, the
warm
evening air blows through the car. But Macs is closed, it turns
out. So where do I get ice cream? Ampride doesn't sell ice cream
anymore. Does Arby's or Wendy's or any of the fast food joints
have
a Blizzard? McDonalds? Does TCBY sell Blizzards? They are probably
our best bet.
Annie is squealing with her
high-pitched whine that she does in the car when she's anxious. I
pull into the TCBY parking lot and park away from most of the cars
so
that Annie isn't barking at everyone in the lot. I don't want
Annie
crawling out of the window, so I have to roll the windows 3/4 of
the
way up, even though it's hot. Annie will be fine. I won't be long.
It's not like the sun is out, it's pitch black. There is still
some
breeze in the car. And maybe if Annie is hot she'll relax a
little. She'll be fine. To prove it, she sticks her nose out the
open gap of
the window and barks at me as I walk inside.
I don't see anything like a Blizzard
on
the menu. That's ok. Tonight we're getting a waffle cone. Ah,
yeah. With a scoop of pralines and cream and a scoop of almond
mocha. I
feel like a kid again.
I step outside into the warm summer
air
and already the first drops of melted ice cream are running onto
my
hand. Where can I eat this? It's pretty quiet in the parking lot
and I consider just sitting on the steps outside and eating it. I
picture letting Annie out of the car and letting her run around
the
parking lot, but I know instantly that that would be a bad idea. I
can't leave her in the hot car. But there is nowhere nearby that I
can go to eat my melting ice cream cone.
I decide that my only choice is to get
in the car, go home, and eat my ice cream cone sitting on the
front
step at home. It's not a big deal. I can drive a stick with one
hand. But even before I turn onto J St., my ice cream has started
to
melt in earnest. It's dark in the car, so I can't see exactly
what's
happening, but I can feel my left hand being covered in the sticky
sugary mess. It's dripping on my work clothes and soaking through
my
pants.
On J St, I'm behind the slowest pickup
in the world. If he were going any slower he'd be driving
backwards. Annie is being good and staying on her side, but in the
streetlight
I can see that my scoop of almond mocha is almost completely gone.
I
hold the ice cream cone up to the air-conditioning vent to help it
survive a little longer.
I finally pull up to the house and try
to quickly roll up the car windows since it looks like rain. The
driver's window is always intermittent, but right now it won't
roll
up at all. I probably dripped ice cream on the switch on the way
home. I'm holding my cone out the door over the street with my
left
hand while reaching across with my right to roll up the window and
eventually get it. “Come on Annie.”
Waffle cones have a high side and low
side, and the sugary milk is flowing from the low corner in a
steady
stream. I try to not hold the cone over Annie, but it's
impossible. She's determined to be directly under the cone no
matter where I hold
it so that she can lap up every drip as soon as it hits the
ground.
I sit on the front step and start
eating what's left. The funny thing is that after a few bites I
realize that this is way more sugar than I need or even want. But
nobody likes a quitter, so I finish the whole thing—minus what
fell
on the ground that Annie ate, which in all honesty may have been a
bigger share than I got.
That's when I went around the corner
to
hose off from head to toe, to wash Annie up, to wipe down the car,
to
shower, and to get ready for bed. And to write you.
I hope you had a good night sleep. We
miss you.
This is sweet. I like hearing his narration. However, this brings me to my next point , which is...this was 5 months ago!!! Miss your posts. And you. Hope and pray all is well. Hugs!
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