So I was apparently at the Plush Horse Ice Cream Parlour
and I think I got my usual Chocolate Chocolate Chip ice cream
in a cup, but I this happened to be a really wide cup
(not the baby sized or single servings), so I had extra.
But anyway, I remember them getting me the ice cream
and they were scraping vanilla-colored pieces from the bottom
of one of those ice cream barrels from the back
so it looked just like the ice cream my dad scooped
out of a container he finished off a few days ago
I say this because I remember them piling up little pieces
of this vanilla ice cream on the top of one of those large
containers. I never questioned why it was vanilla
when I ordered Chocolate Chocolate Chip ice cream.
But anyway, I got this ice cream and it was too much,
so I was asking them for one of the lids for the
two-pint containers of ice cream you can order
for taking home to eat, because it was a large cup
and I was planning to bring the rest home
and I wanted some sort of lid for it.
So anyway, they gave me a lid, and the lid wasn’t even
wide enough to make it across the width of this cup
but I figured, well, it’s better than nothing, and I left.
So anyway, John was apparently outside
and I had this left over ice cream to take home
(like it wouldn’t melt on the two hour drive to our house)
and John had a cat there for me to look at.
I think he wanted me to look at the cat
so that our little cat Zach would have a friend
he could play with at home.
And I remember being really confused,
because I can’t remember if Katie,
our oldest cat, had died, because that could be
the only reason I could think of to want to get
another cat, because we already have three cats
and neither one of us wants to get a fourth cat.
So I don’t remember if Katie had passed or not,
and I don’t know why John was showing me another cat
to potentially have. That and I know John isn’t
a cat person, and I don’t think he even want more cats
in the first place.
