I was sitting on my bench thinking, when a ice cream truck passed the retirement home on its way to a kindergarden up the street, I wished it would stop at the retirement home also, I have money, even if my family has inherited most of it, (I enjoy to see them have pleasure with it while I am alive), but if the ice cream truck would have stopped here, I would have bought for all of us, or of course the ones who want ice cream, (almost all elderly likes ice cream). But now the story moves away because of the thoughts of ice cream. What I originally thought was that if I had the possibility I would have bought an ice cream truck, and had it driven around to retirement homes offering stuff that old people need, for example, there is this one shop down at Majorstuen (in Oslo Norway), I cannot remember the name, they sell a lot of stuff that really helps old people, my family often brings me gifts from there, and they sell tables to have in the bed for your news paper when you read, and some sort of extendable arm to pick stuff you loose up with (so you do not need to bend over), among much other things, and we never get to go to one of those places to buy things we need our self, so to have a sort of old style ice cream merchant truck come by every month, or something similar, would have been great, an very exiting..instead, not even the ice cream truck stops by here. But I am happy the children gets ice cream!
Ice cream truck.
I have no blues regarding this, it is just a fact, and of course we can walk to the nearest shop to buy ice cream, but it melts before we get back, so we can not bring to the others.
Again, when you get old, and have a lot of time, you sit and think, maybe that is what especially Wednesdays are for when you get to be a senior?
Still the best of Wednesdays to you, and maybe have a ice cream,