shakes

In the midst of the remnant of a recent evening, since the Spice was over helping out YD with the Gruntmonkeys, I decided to do my daily walk alone. It was dark but a couple of security lights give luminance to most of the whole driveway where we walk. I always carry two things on a walk, be it night or day, one is my stopwatch and the other is a stick about 5 feet long. The stick is not because I think someone might be lurking about, even though there is a fair amount of forest around MIL’s place, it would be for stray dogs that have been seen occasionally. I would not want to be weaponless should they happen to come calling.

The weather was a bit cool but I didn’t even have to fasten my jacket to be comfortable. The night was clear with about two zillion stars and a crescent moon that my oldest granddaughter would call ‘God’s thumbnail” – this from a long ago movie that she watched many, many times. My walk was at a fair pace, but not breathlessly so and very peaceful and relaxing. The lights of the autos could be seen between the trees down on the highway and even that was calming to me because they were having to be out and about going to some unknown destination, maybe even for tense purposes and I was blessed to be out for a soothing evening stroll.

Upon returning home a little later in the evening, the Spice brought us each a milkshake from Chik-Fil-A. She most always gets chocolate and mine is always vanilla. It is not that I don’t like any other flavor but usually those would involve artificial colors and flavors. Some homemade shakes have been constructed in the past and these were most satisfying, of course they were made with the natural fruit. Probably the best of the homemade was banana, with peach or strawberry coming in up close to the top of the list.

There is something to be said for chocolate shakes – but not much. The only chocolate shakes I remember drinking were not ordered by me or for me, they were the leftovers from the Spice. And as you know, it is my policy and duty to clean up any leftover food, especially milkshakes of any flavor – even if I grimace the whole way. It is not that I totally dislike chocolate and it is not unknown for me to put some chocolate syrup on a sundae occasionally, but at least this way I can have an intermingling of tastes and not just chocolate saturation – but I guess there are worse things.

We are so blessed that God made such an incredible array of the variances of tastes for us to enjoy and then gave us the taste equipment to savor each one. God is good and I feel blessed by Him. ec