I wasn’t in a great mood.
Part of it was for reasons, but part of it was my brain clearly decided it was going to get up on the metaphorical wrong side of the bed.
It’s a good thing my cat Sasha can’t mirror my moods like my friend Lisa’s cat apparently can, because she’d be one moody, confused cat.
As I was grumbling about … whatever, Suzi informed me we’d be going for ice cream at a local place called Reasons to be Cheerful.
I think it was a coincidence.
We had decided several weeks ago that we were going to go out for ice cream once a week, because … why not? Does going for ice cream ever, much less during the summer, need an explanation?
The original plan was to go Saturdays — and because of our love for alliteration, it was going to be “Scoops Saturday” — but we had stuff going on the first couple weekends and we decided Fridays would just be a better fit.
But then we needed a name, and we couldn’t find anything that worked.
So it became … ladies and gentleman, the ice cream.
Although it’s not hard for me to go crazy with my toppings, we’re trying to keep things simple, so I just went with a single scoop of cookie dough ice cream.
There were a few chairs outside, and the sun had finally come out, so we took our treats outside to enjoy the evening.
The teenage girls working the front desk came outside to nail the new schedule to the window frame. We had a chuckle with them, and they seemed pleased with their work.
I felt better, having indeed found a reason to be cheerful.
Ice cream works again.
WHAT I (DIDN’T) WRITE
Because apparently last week’s output was too much for my brain circuits, I didn’t have any new posts this week. It’s one of those things were after a couple days, I was thinking, “What am I going to write?” then after a few more, it was “No, really, what AM I going to write?” Then finally it gets to the end of the week and there’s nothing there.
But while we’re here …
I have a project I want to do, based on this article about what we believe. I’m not sure about the format yet, but I want to pull a bunch of people together to write about something we believe. I’m shooting for the beginning of August. A couple people have said they’re in, and if you’re interested, leave me a comment or hit me up on Twitter.
STUFF I READ
Ten years out of high school, Rosie remembers the small things that helped her get through.
One of Jackie’s most-important relationships has hit a bit of a rough patch.
Jeff has found the perfect kind of club to join.
Abby is the girl who … .
Graham is sharing the life of a fan watching the European soccer championships. (I asked my English mate Gardner about England playing Germany. His response? “Don’t get me started! I just bloody knew that would happen!”)
For Buffalo Sauce Everywhere, Michal “gets real” about taking the path less chosen.
Michelle and her clutter box have returned, and since we last saw her, she has gotten married.
Vee finally figured out what was making her sick.
Claire has 10 ideas for living a happier life.
Ferrari may not have wanted to be like her mother, but she has learned a lot of lessons from her.
Giggles wrapped up her teaching job, and yes, she did see some of her students.
Rick spent Monday morning relaxing on a balcony. Vacations are nice.
Carson wrote a poem about endings, and made a video of it.
Pam is one of THOSE people, which made picking up her grandson at the airport an adventure.
Pepper misses having a best friend.
Jackie in Italy is celebrating summer … even if she’s not sure she’s ready.
The Huntress’ home-buying efforts hit a big of a snag.
TWEETS I LIKED
Glorious! (Even if Hyannis lost.)
One of the first memories of Suzi and I moving in together … one of her cats hissing at my cat, then hitting Suzi’s other cat in the nose, as if to say “I don’t like her, and you can’t either.” (They’re all gone now, but wound up getting along fine.)
Yes, you should …
… and aside from the health benefits, this is one of the main reasons why.
Certain baseball events had Becky a little emotional. (By way of explanation for the people who need it, “Pedey” is Dustin Pedroia, who has inspired different, more rage-oriented emotions over the years.)