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I'd been craving a certain flavor of ice cream since last fall, when I ordered my usual pecan and praline and had a bite of jebra's Tennessee something-or-other. Naturally that one was no longer on the menu when I tried to get it. I ordered Michigan Pothole instead. It was very rich -- vanilla filled with chocolate pieces and large chunks of fudge brownies. I was glad I ordered the mini not the small. I'm sad that you can't read the sign out front, "No Mask, No Service." We arrived at just the right time; we were the only ones there, let the gentleman behind us go first because we hadn't decided on what we wanted, and then saw that the line stretched around the side of the business after we'd had our cones.
We played Ingress while we were in downtown Ferndale so that I could catch up to jebra. He's been playing while on his nightly walks so his score was higher than mine. He helped me make fields so all the triangles are ones I made during our walk. I also earned the onyx Trekker badge thanks to the walking. It represents 2,500 km and took years of effort. jebra earned his ages ago, of course.
Mom's doing well and was happy to talk with me as apparently I am one of the few people in the family who isn't upset with her. She's not been social distancing as carefully as my brothers want. Or me, but I wasn't going to tell her that. Right now her choices seem to be staying home alone and losing vocabulary and her mind, or seeing her friends and being happier but enduring the wrath of her children.
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