Tuesday, July 3, 2007

he's a magic man, mama

Yesterday afternoon as I was busy tapping away at the computer, I heard the magical sound of "pop goes the weasel" being pumped out of an ice cream truck. Oh, yes. It's that time o' year again!

Oh, sweet pied piper! I ran out with money clutched in my hand and waited for the ice cream truck to round the cul de sac and head back my way. It seemed to take an eternity and, yes, I felt a little silly. Especially since I was the only one in the whole neighborhood out there, young or old.
I selected a Strawberry Shortcake ice cream treat. And it was delicious.

As I ate it, I had a little dream of the ice cream truck coming through our neighborhood and all the children appearing out of their houses, behind bushes, under rocks (wherever they're hiding) and meeting the ice cream truck with me. And I announce to them "ice cream all around...my treat!"

That would've been so much more fun than just one almost middle-aged woman bounding out of her house under some sort of ice cream truck music spell.
Does this story sound a little dejavu? The same exact thing happened to me the summer before last and the music of the ice cream truck haunted me all summerlong. Last year, though, the ice cream truck didn't make an appearance in our neighborhood at all. I remembered wrong...see here for the truth.

I think I'll ride my bike to the new Panera that just opened down the street, order something ooey-gooey, and just spend some time daydreaming. Or maybe I'll pack my laptop safely in my basket and get up-to-date on other blogs, emails, etc.

First, though, I should prepare a few orders to go out today. I'm still waiting for the package from Corey to arrive from France. It should've arrived and we're trying not to worry. When it does come in, I have a whole bunch of orders to do. You guys gobbled up those lovely things the same way I gobbled up my strawberry shortcake ice cream snack.


Anonymous said...

Amy, what I would give to hear "pop goes the weasel" here in my Whidbey neighborhood! When I was growing up in Seattle "the popsicle man", what we kids called him, was most certainly THE MAN on any warm summer day. Alas, we have not a single popsicle man here on Whidbey. Such a shame. Such sweet memories!

Brooke said...

Aww, that Strawberry Shortcake treat sounds so good! Now you've got me wishing the ice cream truck would come around my neighborhood today! :)

M said...

Mmmmm, PANERA! Baked Potato Soup and a "hunk" of French Bread....yes, indeedy, that was supper last night :) TAKE HOME!!

Anonymous said...

My little ones and I can often hear the ice cream truck in the neighborhood behind our house. We have been devastated to miss him at least three times this summer. By the time, we get shoes and cash and run pell mell through the woods to get there he is gone. Two sad girls and one sad mama... good thing I keep treats in the freezer for us. Send your guy our way and we will keep him in business!

Debi Ward Kennedy said...

Oh how fun that sounds, Amy - I can just picture you and your gleeful smile! Yesterday must have been a day when ice cream was on the brain....I sweet-talked my guy into heading down to Baskin Robbins at 9 PM last night! We had fun sitting outside eating our melting messy treats - and it DOES make you feel like a kid!

Anonymous said...

My fingers and toes are crossed...even my heart.
Please let that package arrive safe, sound and NOW!!

Thimbleanna said...

Strawberry Shortcake is THE BEST selection from the ice cream truck. You have impeccable taste! Have a wonderful 4th!

Anonymous said...

I love ice-cream vans, the young heart leaps for joy at the sound :) 'ice-cream all around' is a wonderful gesture, much better than offering free drinks at the pub!