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July 22, 2013

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Flannista

This free soft serve ice cream was on top of the free pink champagne we got before the viewing of the silent Hitchcock movie at AFI on Saturday afternoon. Free pink champagne one day. Free soft serve the next.

Truly, what does this portend?

Flannista

Sass out to Matissta who came up with the title to this post.

Matissta

Well, from the photo you can't tell that it was swirl ice cream. You'll have to trust us.

On top of the free champagne & ice cream, the Dutchess of Cambridge is in labor. What a start to the week!

Flannista

Does smoke rise from Buckingham Palace when an heir is born?

Flannista

The paper towel dispenser in the women's bathroom at the Fitness Center had paper towels in it. I'm telling ya, the swirl is up, up, up!

Flannista

I don't know if Missmysista, Lovasista or Pachasista will be checking into the sassosphere today, but did I spell "Janze's" correctly?

treesta

I love it!!! Even without the good signs, a soft serve ice cream cone an a hazy summer evening is just the best! Here's to free champagne and ice cream!!

I wonder if everyone has a favorite ice cream place from when they were kids?

Mine is the TwinKiss in Quincy, Pennsylvania. After visiting our grandparents, Pap would give each of us a quarter to buy an ice cream cone on the way home. My folks would stop, we'd get our ice cream cone, and we'd go out back to feed the deer they kept in an enclosed field. Fun memories.

http://www.twinkissquincy.com/#!ourstory/csgz

Matissta

There's nothing like a great ice cream shop or parlor. I used to live above a sweet shop. It was a throwback. A place for families to gather have an inexpensive meal (grilled cheese, hot dog, hamburger, etc) & then dessert. Or simply skip to dessert. They made their ice cream and chocolates from scratch. Delicious!

PEACEsista

At the very least, you've had a couple good days and it is obvious that it feels like relief. For some reason, I find myself thinking of "Life of Pi." You have indeed ridden out the storm ... I'm not sayin' which of you is Pi and which the tiger ... but you BOTH survived this ordeal.

Life is sure to continue with its ups and downs ... but you won't be at sea. The kind of ordeal you have just survived only happens once in a lifetime and YOU MADE IT!

Ice cream? Yes! It is time for celebration.

(PS: If you were in Cheyenne today, you would get a FREE pancake breakfast ... also offered on Wednesday and Friday. Seems the whole world is riding your up swirl!)

Flannista

FREE FLAP JACKS?!?!

If that includes free bacon and/or sausage, that truly means something has shifted in the universe toward peacefulness.

Flannista

treesta -- if Matissta and I had come across a "Twin Kiss" last night, I believe we would have SPENT the night.

Flannista

Scout took her medication for a second morning in a row.

Uh-oh.

Flannista

In "Life of Pi", PEACEsista, Matiss is definitely the forbearing and stubborn Pi and I am the cranky and ornery tiger.

Flannista

Been in my small writing room for a while and read this in Richard Rohr's book, Hope Against Darkness (gifted to me by my pastor friend for my 60th birthday):

"Change just happens, but transformation is always a process of letting go, living in the confusing dark space for awhile, and eventually being spit up on a new and unexpected shore."

It reminded me of PEACE's "Life of Pi" analogy, but Rohr probably had Jonah in mind. One would think that after living in a "confusing dark space for awhile," that one would be delicately carried to a new and unexpected shore and not SPIT there.

I swear, the Spirit is so demanding.

Flannista

The word in the Code Thingy for my last comment was "progress".

Flannista

This just in. Matissta and I have been trying to regularly attend church (originally because I became worried about where a funeral would be held when I died). I've known the rector there for at least 20 years -- before she was a priest. I emailed her after Bob died and asked her why a relationship with God was so lonely. I was struck by the drowning/water images in her response which have been much saturated this particular sass stream. She is referring to Christian Wiman's book, My Bright Abyss, which I introduced to her about a month ago. [FYI -- this rector is a different person from my pastor friend.]

*****
In answer to your question – “why is a relationship with God so lonely”? I wish I could answer this for myself other than to say I expect that I’ll always be lonely for God. I’ve kind of accepted this. But as Christian Wiman puts it very well – “Like a drowning man gasping for a breath of air – I have faith.” I’ll try to explain a bit. While God often feels absent, something – some truth I am unable to fully articulate – has taken firm root in my deepest core – a belief that God is present – in love, in life, in grief, in death. When life with all its twists, turns, tragedies, traumas, disappointments, etc. – take hold of me – and I am drowning in all the pain, gasping for fresh spiritual, emotional air, it is God’s relationship with me that pulls me up in hope. Note – it is God’s relationship with me – not my relationship with God. Frail, broken as I am – I have to trust in God to be proactive in love toward me. And often God’s proactivity does not result in the “feeling” of God being present. It is the awareness of God in action – through me – through events - and those people who grace my life. It is a rare gift to “feel” God’s explosive, loving, passionate presence. From my own experience – and those of others – it is these “rare” times – like the explosion of the resurrection on one particular morning – that can sustain one for a lifetime.

Best I can do today . . .

I’ll look forward to talking more about these very deep things….thanks for letting me reflect a bit.
*****

Missmysista

I just conducted some research which involved perusing my old yearbooks. I found an ad in the 1972 SARN for Jancse's Frozen Custard! Mom told me when I was a little girl, every time Dad took us there you all got ice cream cones. I only wanted "the cookie" - just the plain cone. Lots of fond memories of Jancse's! :)

Missmysista

Another fun memory I have is when Lovasista and I worked one Saturday at Jancse's when they were short-staffed. Jancse's pizza burgers rocked big time! Lovasista and I each had one (maybe two) right before our shift ended at 5:00 p.m. From there we headed home where Mom made a big dinner. We were afraid to confess that earlier we had had a love affair with the pizza burgers, so we managed to stuff our faces with Mom's dinner to stay out of trouble. Pepto Bismol followed.

Flannista

Thanks for the correct spelling of Jansce's, Missmysista. Also, I didn't remember that you only liked the "cookie". Last night I didn't want the "cookie," just a plastic cup, but none were around the ice cream machine. I wasn't going to ask for one, especially since the ice cream was free. You probably could have had all the free "cookies" you wanted, too. After reading your second comment, I think you would have known when to quit.

Flannista

Break out the BLUE champagne! But it won't be free.

IT'S A BOY! On to REAL news, PLU-LEEEZE.

treesta

Flann, the news for the next two-three weeks will revolve around the baby's anticipated name. We should start a pool.

Justista

If you were in Las Vegas, you'd get a free shrimp cocktail and a roll of quarters.

Flannista

Livin' large, Justista!

But isn't news about free stuff in Las Vegas supposed to STAY in Las Vegas?!

Matissta

When my brother lived in Rochester, NY, we often went to a place called Abbott's. They too served frozen custard. No sprinkles, sauces or other toppings needed. The custard was delicious all on its own.

Justista

There is a frozen custard place here in Vegas. It's been here for 40 years and it is called
Luv-it Custard. They only open when they want to.

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