It was a walk, that on the final weekend of September, made me so hot that I had to slip into the restroom to throw cold water on my face. Luckily, I wore one of my Summer togas, and those are easy to rid of sweat stains.
The reason for this trip to Hannaford? I was craving ice cream. It’s September 27, I’m wearing shorts and a tee shirt, and it’s so warm outside that I need ice cream. It’s 80 degrees in Maine just a few days before the calendar turns to October.
What is going on out there? Is this the Global Warming Al Gore promised us so long ago? Has it finally made its way to Maine, the long time frigid armpit of Snow Miser?
While you try to come up with the answers to those questions, let me rant about ice cream a little while…
What’s the deal with the Ice Cream Conspiracy? I’ve been a good Modern Philosopher and have kept away from ice cream for a couple of months. I figured I’d just get a pint of something to enjoy over the steamy weekend, which wouldn’t be that bad for my diet.
However, the pints of ice cream were not only way more expensive than the half gallons, but they were also much more calorically horrific (not sure if that’s an actual nutritional term, but I’m going for it!)
So it only made financial and dietary sense to buy more ice cream than I wanted. As a result, I bought a half gallon of Hannaford Low Fat Chocolate Peanut Butter. Yummo!
That decision out of the way, I rushed home so that my purchase would not melt in the unseasonable heat. Of course, scooting back to The House on the Hill that quickly only got me all sweaty again. I might just have to burn that toga.
Which brings us back to the question of why Maine is going through a heat wave this late in the year. Al Gore has not claimed responsibility yet, so I can think of only one other option that makes sense…
The dome came down over Maine again while we were sleeping. I just finished watching the Season Finale of Under The Dome, so that idea makes perfect sense.
I’m sure Julia and I could work together to figure out a way to save Maine from the dome, while also looking deeper into the obvious chemistry between us.
So given the option of Al Gore or Julia Shumway, I’ll take the dome life any day. I’m just looking forward to enjoying my ice cream, and I’ll save a bowl for Julia. Just in case…