My father loves icecream. I think it’s partly a generational thing – it was such a treat for him, as a kid, that it’s secured a special place in his gastronomical heart.
Icecream isn’t top of my crave list, though lately I must admit I’ve been thinking about it. I don’t feel compelled to go out and buy any; I think it’s just that winter has well and truly set in here, all blustery and cold, and icecream is such a summery treat.
Speaking of blustery and cold: my state has set some sort of PB this week for weather warnings. I can’t remember the details, but it certainly has been windy and wet! It reminds me of the town I grew up in. Winters there were bitter; in fact, the winter after we left, things got so cold that the old folk were evacuated to warmer climes … or something like that. It was some time ago.
In the CBD on Tuesday, walking across the Yarra River, I got a taste of that driving, freezing wind and the good old horizontal rain which is so useful for blowing cobwebs away (and umbrellas, and – as I saw, glancing down – a heavy gold earring from an unfortunate pedestrian). Perhaps it was experiencing that same weather, so familiar to me from childhood, which has me dreaming of icecream.
Well, I think I might stop writing now. I don’t want to start fixating on icecream, and possibly craving it: I have bigger problems to worry about. My therapist is about to depart for an extended break. We have a session today, another on Monday, then I won’t see him for five weeks. Five weeks! I only realized this last night. He’s actually only going away for four and a half weeks, but checking in my diary, I saw that because of timing, there would be five weeks between Monday’s appointment and our next.
I can handle this. I know I can. In fact, I’m going to blitz it. (Keep up that positive self-talk, DB.) I’m going to use this time to live mindfully, notice when I miss him and the circumstances surrounding that sensation, and generally being awesome.
And rewarding myself with icecream occasionally, because sometimes Dad knows best.