Waffle Cones
June 1st.
Waning Gibbous in Sagittarius.
Nine of Pentacles.
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It occurred to me sometime in the late evening yesterday while packing moving boxes that my third week of sobriety was marked by a blue moon.
That’s cool.
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I watched the Robert Hood Red Bull Music Academy interview while I packed some moving boxes.
Incredible.
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He spoke of how…
His call to creation was that of God wanting him to create beauty..
Which is…
It.
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I hadn’t heard anyone yet articulate the same way I’ve felt it and watching the interview felt much like staring into a … mirror.
Everything he did and is doing, feels like it’s … along my course.
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The interviewer didn’t know that Robert had run a newsletter. Nor did I.
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He has started out making hip-hop.
He makes music with his daughter.
It’s all just very… interesting to say the least.
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What was it even that made me put the interview on?
Other than whatever it was that made me put the interview on.
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Is it so much as being directed or just understanding what you need to do?
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We went to Amy’s for some ice cream this evening.
A group dissipated as we arrived leaving us as the only patrons outside the shoppe.
“What do you all want?”
“A vanilla cone with rainbow sprinkles.”
“A chocolate cone with rainbow sprinkles.”
“Thai tea in a waffle cone. What are you gonna get?”
“Hmm.. doesn’t matter whatever I get will be better than what ya’ll are having…
Ah man. There was this place I used to go to. They made a perfect strawberry shake.
Honestly. The strawberry shake is the superior shake. I don’t think there’s anything better.”
“Strawberry shakes are top tier.”
“Indeed.”
I skipped the shake to partake in the cone party my family was having.
“What can I get for y’all?” “We’ll do vanilla in a cone with rainbow sprinkles, a chocolate in a cone with rainbow sprinkles. Thai tea in a waffle cone.. and hmm
A scoop of Zilker Mint Chip and a scoop of coffee with Oreo pieces in a waffle cone.”
Delta complimented the cashier on her freckles.
“Thanks, yours are cute too.”
“I have that vanilla in a cone!” “Thank you!”
I hand my daughter her ice cream and immediately it succumbs to earth’s gravitational pull…
Incredibly it remained entirely intact, almost as if fall damage had been turned off. Still a perfect ice cream cone.
“We’ll just get another.”
The cashier is still getting the rest of our order put together as my daughter and I walk back up to the window to get another vanilla cone with sprinkles.
I notice there’s a gentleman floating around somewhat aimlessly. Not necessarily in line…
Not necessarily in our plane of existence.
But his energy seemed benevolent nonetheless.
“Hey I know it looks perfectly fine… but my daughter dropped this.”
“No problem, I’ll make you another one, just toss that one. I can’t take it back.”
I turn around to the trash can reluctant to throw away this cone of ice cream and the gentleman floats by again..
We make eye contact..
I look down at the cone and back up to him as I point at it.
Graciously, he declines.
I return to the window to retrieve the final cone and notice that the gentleman has now committed to getting ice cream himself.
I notice his Vietnam Veteran hat.
“Good evening. Thank you for your service.”
He nods back at me.
“Good evening. Thank you.”
I thank the cashier and walk back over to join Delta and the girls on the bench.
As I sit down, I hear the cashier ask the man..
“What can I get for you sir?”
“Strawberry milkshake please.”
I pop my head up.
“Sir that’s the best thing you could have ordered.”
“Thank you!”
He got his shake and a military discount and continued to float around somewhat aimlessly.
Not necessarily in our plane of existence but … observable to me.
I turned to Delta…
“I felt bad tossing that ice cream out.. and I wasn’t sure if that dude was homeless or not.. but look at that, he’s got better taste than all of us. The universe is funny thing.
You know… I’ve always had these memories of being in Vietnam with a flame thrower ever since I was a little kid…
The universe is weird.”