The Power of An Ice Cream Cone

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On Wednesday the weather was in the 80’s. The sky was blue. The birds were singing -you get the point, it was a gorgeous day. It was a perfect day to drive my friends Dave and Terry to the airport with the car windows open. Ken didn’t want to come along for the ride because he was feeling “under the weather,” but I coerced him to come, saying all he had to do was sit and look out the window.

You see, in our part of the woods, Mother Nature can be a bitch. Three days of beautiful weather now followed by cold, rainy and in some parts of Wisconsin — snow — over a foot and a half in the city of Rice Lake. Yicks!

Because such weather fluctuations are normal in Wisconsin, I knew I had to seize Wednesday and have some fun. I wanted Ken to enjoy the day with me. I’ll admit it. My motives were selfish. I wanted some time with him away from our four walls. I know he felt crappy because he’s always up for an outing, but I also know the power of seeing friends and changing our scenery. Besides, I had a surprise in mind for him.

After we wished our friends a good journey, I rolled the windows down, turned up the radio and blasted out of the airport.  Then I headed North–the opposite direction from going home. I knew one thing that would perk up my sweet suffering husband, so I headed for “Leon’s” – his favorite frozen custard place. Leons drivein (1)

 

As we drove along, Ken didn’t say anything. Now, I was really worried about him because he always comments when I take a different route–especially one in the opposite direction of where we should have been going. It wasn’t until he saw St. Luke’s hospital in the distance, did he realize where he was.

He grinned like a little boy. “We’re going to that ice cream place, aren’t we?”

I smiled at him. “It’s about time you figured out where we are. Yes. I thought you’d like a treat.”

I pulled into the nostalgic ice cream shop that dates back to the 1940’s, parked the car, and walked up to the window to place our order for two double-dip cones.

With a big broad smile, I handed him his favorite butter pecan treat, and we sat in the parking lot, enjoying every lick. As we quietly pretended it was summer, we chatted about how good the ice cream was. We talked about dinner options. We both hoped Dave and Terry would have a good time on their vacation. For about ten minutes, we were our old selves without a care in the world. All because we were taken out of our everyday situation by an ice cream cone.

After the last lick, I started the car and blended into the heavy 27th Street traffic to catch the freeway that would bring us back home. As I drove along, I turned up the oldies on the radio and sang all the way to our driveway. I felt like a kid again. Ken smiled as I belted out, “Born to Be Wild.” Our little excursion turned out to be magical. Not only did Leon’s lifted Ken’s spirits,  it brought me back to some of the happiest, most carefree times in my life. Singing with the radio to tunes I loved as a teenager, made me feel young and carefree.

My point? Well, it’s just this. Simple pleasures are there for the taking.  Enjoy an ice cream cone in the middle of the week. Get out into the good weather and keep the blinds shut on the bad days. If you wait for a “special” occasions to live your life, you may miss the most marvelous events that are right in front of you. Carpe diem–Baby!

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3 thoughts on “The Power of An Ice Cream Cone

  1. You are so wise to push forward in spite of Ken’s reluctance. And it’s so true that a change of scenery or routine can do a world of good to ease the blues. Happy music can do it for me some of the time.

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