Shiver Me Timbers!

The ice cream truck just drove by.  I thought I was imagining things when I heard its faint tinny song from several blocks away.  I wasn’t.  And worse yet—or a blessing, since the music stopped and it truly does drive me nuts—some kid just ran out to meet him.  

Tell me they only do this in Oklahoma. It is January 18th, for Pete’s sake.  My feet feel like ice cream cones.  I am forcing myself to drink water because it’s good for me and I do feel like I’m shriveling up in the dry air.  But what I really want to do is dump tons and tons of coffee down my throat and hope to warm up from the inside out.  Much as I love ice cream I don’t think I could get it down at the moment. I guess kids know no seasons.  The ice cream truck is always fun and the ice cream always tastes good.  

The day has taken on that odd hue that seems to come when the wind is high these days.  There’s a rosy color to the atmosphere, a good sign that a good part of Oklahoma’s red dirt is sailing about on the 25 mph winds that keep my stove vent clanking.  That same 25 mph wind is shaving several degrees off the 61 degrees outside.  We have been blessed with warmer weather of late, and I have taken to turning off the heater after I take off the morning chill.  But today, I can’t stay warm.  The air is seeping in from everywhere and it is cold.  If the wind would stop blowing it would be a pleasant.