The Rainy Day Ice Cream Man

Don’t trust him.

After about 48 hours of soupy skies and periodic downpours, I can again see the moon. The drought took a shot in the crotch this weekend as cold and warm fronts dumped a couple inches of rain on the Upstate. Which is why the visit by the ice cream man seemed so out of place.

Yesterday afternoon as the sky spit and the fog hugged the asphalt, I heard the music. It echoed off the empty streets. I never actually saw the guy (partly because of the fog) but I knew he was out there. An ice cream man, in late November, in the rain. Something just isn’t right there. It was like something out of a Stephen King novel…working title: The Rainy Day Ice Cream Man.

Saw a couple of movies this weekend. “Spy Game” and “Requiem for a Dream.” “Spy Game” was fairly Hollywood. It struggled between being a character study and a Hollywood action flick. It didn’t accomplish either very well. But it kept me entertained for two hours and was a great excuse to get my wife in front of a Brad Pitt movie again. She always seems more randy after those. Or maybe it was Redford. His leathery face just can’t disappoint.

“Requiem” was a little more of a film. Basic theme: We all have goals and often take extraordinary steps to achieve them. Sometimes the methods we use to achieve the goals become sick goals in themselves and often end our quest for what we were looking for in the first place. Add some drug use and a little water and you have one perfectly disturbing film.

Today was cleaning day. I didn’t get out to play frolf and I feel weak for not having done so. But the house is much cleaner. I would no longer be embarrassed to have people over for a drink and a screening of a Brad Pitt movie. Just as long as he’s not naked. I don’t think my self esteem could handle it.