Yesterday, the Beloved Other and I went up to Banff for the day. We swam in the hot springs, had a picnic lunch at Lake Minnewanka, and on the way home, we stopped at Mackay’s ice cream parlour in Cochrane, which I heartily recommend to anyone. Their ice cream is as sound as their business philosophy, as expressed by this sign on their premises.
Incidentally, I had a scoop of Black Forest and a scoop of chocolate fudge chunk, and the Beloved had a scoop of maple walnut and a scoop of white chocolate raspberry something-or-other, all made by Mackay’s and all excellent.
Sounds cool!
Bliss!
Our blogging spheres seem to overlap more and more intermittently these days, so at some point there was a transition to the existence of the Beloved Other from not, which I missed.
Now, in principle, of course, it is none of my darn business.
However, you have publicly posted your emotional woes more than once (which seem to open the door to this sort of observation). And I admire your writing enormously, and as a result there exists a penumbra of admiration that attaches to your person. The which is admittedly irrational towards a man I do not know from Adam’s off ox.
All of which is to say , I am nonetheless truly delighted for the two of you. Godspeed
Me, too – but you express it better.
Long live Beloved Others.
Ditto!
I realized I hadn’t heard anything from Mr. Simon for a while, got worried, and….possible good news here?
Hope so….
May the future bring you lots of happiness, ice cream, money and… cows?
Mr. Simon, I haven’t stopped by in a good while but would like to mingle my voice with the others congratulating you on a (presumably) favorable shift in the wind. God knows you have served your time. Also I wish to congratulate you on what I see is the official release of Angel Keep part one. Keep at it.
For my own part, I’m beginning to think I’d be happy as soon as I had the cow, and would receive the milk and ice cream as superabundances of joy.
This does sound like a lovely time. Best to you both.