The weather finally kicked into autumn this week. The Farmers’ Market had their last gathering in Riverside and George and I had our last Thursday ice cream together last night.
The last thing the Shepley guys need is a soft serve dipped cone or a chocolate malted. It became our thing to do after George’s hour-long therapy session this summer.
Between seeing a therapist and stopping at The Polar Bear, I have seen tremendous growth in my neurodivergent baby boy.
Our ice cream shop is closing for the winter this weekend. George and I are going to need to find a new post appointment activity.
George is wired to see things more clearly than I do. He pointed out as we sat at the bench slurping down ice cream, that he noticed the Chalkboard hasn’t changed since the beginning of the week.
He suggested I come back strong with a quote from someone that I admire. He picked Churchill, so that’s today’s quote. A quote by a strong leader suggested by my eldest son.
My favorite holiday is less than fifty days away and 24 hours of Christmas songs should be right around the corner.
I should also mention that the clock change is that first Saturday night in November….
Mother F…. F…..!
Let’s go out there and establish some astonishment and find glory in our routine.
