buy ice cream from the ice cream man

Yesterday we had the house windows open. I was standing in the kitchen repotting some plants when I heard music, the ice cream man kind. I went to the porch, but I just couldn’t pinpoint the location. It would be there, then not. It drove me crazy for about a half hour, but I never did see the van.

We didn’t buy anything, but he waved and smiled. I think he knows that we’re ice cream people. :-)

Summer is coming to a close. I was riding my bike, and I heard the ice cream truck somewhere in the neighborhood. I ended up passing her while she was stopped with some kids, and I got home in time to grab my husband and some money before she came down our street. She said tomorrow is the last day…until next year!

We were outside again on Labor Day and bought more ice cream. It will probably be the last time this year so I ate it very slowly.

I’m 44 years old, and I still get excited when I hear the ice cream truck in the neighborhood. I usually decide that I don’t need the ice cream or don’t need to spend the money or I miss the truck when it’s actually on my street; but I feel that it’s my civic duty to buy from the ice cream man at least once each summer. Today is the “last” Saturday of summer, and we were out in the yard watering the plants when we heard the music somewhere nearby. My husband looked at me and said, “I’ve got my wallet if you can stop him.” So I hung out by the road until the truck turned in and got ICE CREAM! (Times have changed a little. The ice cream man was a beautiful young woman. The ice cream was the same.)