Last week when Everett and I were in town, we were going to celebrate the completion of his school courses by stopping at the drive-thru dairy bar, which has recently reopened after being closed for the winter. We pulled up to the window, only to discover their soft ice cream machine wasn't working — I couldn't have a small chocolate milkshake and he couldn't have a large blizzard.

Tonight we are invited next door for a potluck so, since I didn't feel like cooking (I never do when the sun is shining), we drove to town to pick up ice cream and cones to take over for dessert. We tried the dairy bar again and were in luck.

Next summer I will be old enough to eat from the seniors' menu. Whoa!

At the grocery checkout counter I spotted some potted mums and grabbed one for Grandma. We dropped it off at the lodge just as the residents were finishing up their afternoon tea and coffee after some musical entertainment. Our visit was short, with ice cream in danger of melting in the van.