On ice cream and no spoon

My younger self spent many (MANY) hours sitting on benches in various parks and town squares, eating icecream. Sometimes by myself, sometimes with friends, sometimes (and probably most often) with my siblings.

This was such a common occurrence, that we each kept an emergency spoon in our bags or wallets.

Yesterday I found myself alone in a new town, with a couple of hours to kill. It was incredibly warm, I had my luggage with me so I couldn’t do much easy sight seeing,  and to be honest, I really couldn’t be bothered to go anywhere or do anything. Sometimes doing nothing is the best thing to spend time doing.

On the other hand, I hadn’t drunk anything since early in the morning, and dehydration isn’t fun. 

I walked from the train station to the nearest supermarket and looked at all the ice creams on offer. Then I remembered that I no longer carry my spoon with me.

It’s been years since I had opportunity to use it… That was extraordinarily upsetting. I don’t know how I let such an integral part of my identity slide so far without even realising it.

In the end, I bought a packet of mini-milks. They have wooden sticks and taste like walking home from school as a little kid.

That was an adequate substitute, but I intend to find my spoon when I get back, and put it back in its rightful place in my purse.

🙂

On breaking the spoon

It’s nearly my birthday, which means it’s mincemeat making month 🙂

Originally I planned to spend Sunday afternoon chopping apples and peeling lemons and squeezing oranges in a yearly tradition of stickiness. Then a phone conversation happened and I ran out of afternoon before I ran out of things to say.

When I got home from work today, I discovered that the first of the lemons I washed on Sunday were peacefully going mouldy at the bottom of the fruit bowl.

Time to wash the rest, and get started on the mincemeat project.

Just when everything was in the saucepan and I thought I was almost finished, I broke my wooden spoon.

Luckily I have a second wooden spoon spare…

On Christmas Jigsaws – day 1

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Every Christmas, my family does a jigsaw puzzle.

This year they’re doing one without me, so I’m doing one without them… 🙂

DB is helping, but hasn’t had nearly as much practice…

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On Christmas trees and traditions

Most people would probably think of baubles presents or sparkly sweet wrappers if you asked them for a Christmas tree tradition. Some might have a decorating ritual, or a special stand. Some might go out into the forest and cut their own.

The DB has his own tradition.

The tree hides, or tries to hide, in the corner of the garden until it’s almost warm enough to sit outside in the evenings. Then people are invited over for dinner, usually a bbq, and the Christmas tree is dragging out of hiding, hacked into pieces and burned on a mini bonfire.

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I think I can deal with this kind of tradition :).