Pre- and Post-Power Outage
July 27 The ice cream truck has been coming around my neighborhood a few nights a week. My husband is usually the one to sound the alarm, “Lynn! Lynn! It’s coming!” The two of us get very excited about the ice cream truck. It’s a race to see who can get out the door first. Like little children, my husband is sometimes too shy to approach the truck and makes me order for him, and the last few times they’ve been out of my favorite--toasted almond—and I’ve pouted. Yesterday, my nice neighbor Dennis and I happened to be at our mailboxes when the truck came by at 6pm. He flagged it down and got me a chocolate éclair. I teased him, saying I couldn’t remember the last time a man bought me dinner. July 28 It’s been so hot, and I have so few summer clothes, I’ve been wearing the same two sundresses over and over, for what feels like months. My husband, who never notices anything, commented, “Didn’t you wear that yesterday? And the day before?” I told him I’m like his idol Steve Job