random thoughts – Day 1,939 – (Tuesday) – sparkles and ice cream

Ahh, Tuesday night dance group. It’s only been a couple weeks since we danced in our show, but I’ve missed you. The traffic was basically nonexistent and I would like to take this time to express my sincere thanks to everyone who is currently on vacation and was not traveling on Route 495 tonight. I appreciate you.

Silk and sparkle.

In addition to stretching and dancing, another benefit to dance group is the sparkly things. Most weeks, our dance leader brings in a bunch of dance costume items available for sale and most weeks I have discovered a pretty, sparkly treasure. Tonight, it was a cream-colored Indian silk veil with embroidery in metallic thread and sequins. Yes, please.

The veil is a bit short to use for a proper veil dance, but would make a great costume element or even a shawl at a fancy and elegant garden party I will likely attend only in my imagination. The more likely fate might be as a delicate window treatment, which isn’t a bad thing and means I could admire it daily.

The easy ride home had a quick pit stop at Market Basket. Here has been an orange juice craving lately but none in the house. Thoughts of ice cream danced through my head and I lack the patience to hold on until a Thursday night ice cream meetup. Blueberries for my Greek yogurt rounded out the order.

The store was as lightly populated as the ride home and it was a delight except for the lady standing in the ice cream cooler with the door propped open with her shoulder, phone in hand, talking to someone and showing them every container of Turkey Hill ice cream. Cripes. It’s ice cream, not rocket science. There aren’t many wrong answers. Pick one and get out the way please.

Despite the ice cream delay, I was in and out in a few minutes, no lines, no waiting. It didn’t keep it from being slightly weird, though. The cashier, a complete stranger of roughly high school age, instead of saying “Hi,” said, “How do you stay so young looking?”

    Me: “Denial.”

    Puzzled Bagger, who screwed up his face in confusion: “Huh?”

    Me to Puzzled Bagger: “He knows I’m old but thinks I look young.”

    Puzzled Bagger: “Sometimes that can be genetic.”

    Me to Both: “It helps I looked 12 until I was nearly 30. Young genes and denial run in my family.”

Then, we wished each other a good night and I departed for home and a bowl of Heavenly Hash ice cream. It's not my favorite flavor like when I was younger, but my only really wrong ice cream choices involve cookie dough. Yuck. Current preferences lean more towards caramel swirl, maple walnut., or cherry with chocolate chunks.