I am so excited. I can hear the sound of the Popsicle truck off in the distance! The tough part is that sound travels so well in our neighborhoods there is no way to tell where the truck is and it is such an effort to chase through the neighborhoods to try to get an order in.
When we were growing up in Montana (1963-1966), weather played such an important part in life. I mean we got snow one year in June so when the weather was good the ice cream truck would come by every day. I don't know how we did this but my brother and I were coin collectors. We talked our ice cream truck driver to make our street and our stop the last one of the day. He then would park in front of our house and my brother and I would empty all his coins out on the hood of his truck to see if there were new ones for our collections. I can actually remember us finding one day a 1909S DVB which was very valuable - and it had been in circulation. That was long ago and it is difficult to find rare coins in circulation.
It leads me to remember what a difference each person has with the weather. I hate being cold; I've always hated being cold. I can remember being in advanced military training in Louisiana out doing maneuvers. We were assigned to guard a particular path in the early, early morning. We sat in the mist having camped out the night before. As we sat and watched the day start to break, it started to snow. It was ridiculous but I remember worse.
I remember being on the track team and running a 2-mile race in April in Montana. The air was very cold and filled with moisture. The wind was blowing and as we came around the first lap it started to snow. All I could think was the truth that I had seven more laps running into the wind and into the snow. I am older now. I am committed to staying warm. Staying warm hell!! Staying hot.
Yet there are so many who actually work outdoors every day and do so with the knowledge to be prepared. It is the essence of "it is what it is!"
What we forget is that this working in the weather impacts our approach to life. I point out that the weather has dropped into the 60's with the lows in the 45's. So I immediately had the urge to make a big vat of homemade chili. I knew I was not alone when the cashier was ringing up my purchases. He looked at what I was buying and said 'another person going home to make chili."
I asked him if it was that obvious. He replied I was perhaps the 15th person buying the ingredients. I can't wait for the first rain - Rachel makes homemade chicken noodle soup!
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