enjoying ice cream under curfew

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For the second day in a row, in mid-afternoon, I expressed my desire for McConnell’s soft serve. For the second day in a row, my request was quickly dismissed as being very foolish. “No, Dianne,”my husband reiterated firmly at the second request. “What’s the matter with you? ” I get asked that question frequently by him and have learned to ignore it.
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I easily assured myself he was incorrect. It didn’t seem the least bit risky in my assessment. Get into the small shop, order ice cream and get out. All I had to do was get in my car, drive a few blocks and order the damn ice cream. For the life of me I couldn’t figure out the danger of such an action. I had no deviant plans to lick the server’s scoop or the scooper.I had no plans to join anyone else sitting at a table. I would be well behaved, polite and judicious. Why didn’t I just do it, rather than ask him first? OK, I needed him to say no, because at some level, I needed to be stopped. And no one knew that better than he did.

At the first ice cream request brush – off, I was easily put off by his refusal to cooperate with my simple, easily executed suggestion. I shut up. I even felt a bit apologetic for asking. By the second day, I had begun to feel as if having some fresh-scooped was my birthright. I began to pout and/or scowl, maybe both at the same time?. I did understand the threat my husband described, but my desire for a treat overwhelmed what was clearly his common sense understanding of the situation.
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The threat of covid 19 had bumped up his rationale processes to that of a mature, responsible adult. It had reduced mine to that of a self-centered pre-schooler. And so it goes.
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We struck a deal that we’d drive together to McConnell’s and see how busy they were. That would determine his decision to buy some ice cream or drive away. I remained hopeful in the car, noting, as we approached the parking lot, only two lonely cars. He emerged from the store within a few minutes with a half smile on his face, delivering to me a white paper bag containing one solid quart of half vanilla and half caramel soft frozen yogurt, piled high under a curved clear plastic lid. It made this child happy for many minutes. The large size was so I would not bother him again. I haven’t. In his own hand, he clutched a small chocolate chip cone. It was a win/win.
I’ve now had five Japanese tea- cup servings of my beloved ice cream without bothering anybody. I have to add he always notices my trips to the freezer, because we both know I don’t need the calories. His face shows his disapproval, but he doesn’t say anything. Fortunately. No rain on my parade.
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When we do leave the house these covid days to go for a walk, he is Johnny on the spot to remind me when I am not paying attention to the determined 6′ standard of separation .
The “rules”are always in his consciousness, infrequently in mine. I love him for keeping me safe and tolerating my lack of awareness and la dee dah attitude.
Soon after meeting me many years ago, my lovely sister-in-law, a serious accountant, told me she had me pegged as a “gather rosebuds while ye may” type. I don’t disagree. If not now, when?
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In an attempt to slow life's quickening pace, I'm writing to share my personal perspective on the aging process, its dilemmas, the humorous self-deception, the insights and the adventure of it all. I spent the bulk of my time in beautiful Santa Barbara, CA, but manage to get to NYC a few times times a year. I've been a dancer/dance teacher and dance supporter almost all my life. For the past20years, I help create and produce a month-long creative residency in Santa Barbara for contemporary American choreographers and their dancers. It's been incredibly gratifying. This year, I decided it's time to retire! Big change. I also now spend several weeks a year in Kyoto Japan, residing for several weeks in the spring and the fall. I've been magnetically attracted to Japan for many years. Now I live out a dream to live there part-time.

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