© 2009 Lynsey

013 – Lickerty-split

Our walk today included an ice-cream. In this case, espresso. Barely out of the chiller and already starting to melt. A quick photo, a lick or two, and we’re out of the shop, me walking, holding my ice-cream in a napkin and paying full attention to the ice-cream starting to dribble…

…and I’m back, walking along the footpath in Turakina, the village (barely) of my childhood. My ice-cream (vanilla) getting desperately out of control. Probably ice-creams were bigger then, maybe I was smaller then, no matter, my ice-cream was making a bid for freedom.

I don’t know about you, but there have been times in my life when I’ve been very happy to pass a crisis on to a more experienced person, confident in the knowledge that they’ll do the right thing. In this case, my sister Gillian stepped in and gave the ice-cream a good licking and quickly passed it back. A cousin hanging out with us was appalled at the severely reduced volume of ice-cream that Gillian left me with. Me? I was happy that the ice-cream was back under control. When you’re little you want stuff under control. I also was aware, perhaps for the first time, what it was to have a shared understanding with another person, something that a third person didn’t share. Gillian and I were something of a team then, and we still are today.

As a footnote, I should point out that there was some learning for me from the experience. I rapidly progressed to lime ice-blocks (popsicles) which were more refreshing, more manageable, and were then (and still are) a flavour that Gillian hates.

03. Every day is an opportunity to reflect on the past.
11. Every day do something for someone else.
13. Every day be better than you were the day before.

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