Hi there, it's me. It sure has been a while, hasn't it? We've got a good bit of catching up to do, I suppose. But let's not do that now. I'd rather sit back, relax, and just type up a random blog like I'm used to. Anywho, things have been well.
Today is a windy day, I've got the sliding door open and I feel the breeze on my shoulder. If this were December or January, I'd probably make a comment to gist of; "Hey there, Jack..." or "How's it going Mr. Frost?" or some other cliche that you often hear in commercials on ABC advertising their "25 Days of Christmas" special. But it's nowhere near that time of year, just yet.
It's springtime. The birds are chirping, the sun is shining, and I can hear an ice cream truck on it's way through the neighborhood. The same route it takes just like every other day. Stupid ice cream truck. It's not even a truck, it's a van. A big one. The kind you'd be better off spraying "FREE CANDY!" on the side of. I'm being serious, it's just a white van with a few ice cream stickers on the side. I've never even seen it stop, not once. It's kind of creepy actually. I remember about a month back, I had some friends visiting me from Georgia. They were in the living room with me when all of a sudden I heard that familiar song and I knew he was coming. I had to show them, I just had to! I jumped up from the couch and ran to the porch, I called my friends over and we watched him drive past my house. To my surprise, he rolled the window down and greeted us with a smile and wave. He didn't seem to be that much older than us, either. I think that added to the creepiness.
As soon as the van rounded the corner of another building we all busted out laughing. It was quite an experience. One that I look back on from time to time... okay, only sometimes. I'm not old enough to be sounding like this... But I guess that's just me, I've always had that sentimental air about most things life. I like to remember. I hate to forget. Even some of the silliest memories, I cherish with all my heart. I wish, I wish. With all my heart... to fly with dragons in a land- ... Okay, we're so NOT doing that! But it was amusing.
I think I'll sign off for now, I've got things to do. Well, not really. But isn't that what you're supposed to say when you're done with something? I guess not. I don't really know how to finish this blog, I think I'll just end it here before I start rambling along about some other memory I have. Ooh, like that one time I got arrested for playing on the sidewalk with chalk and then-... Maybe some other time... ;)
