It’s good to see my posts gradually turn towards gelato and jam, blotting out the dark ones of spleen and vinegar just a few months prior.  I still think about “him” every day, but now my musings tend towards anger rather than sadness.

4^th of July was difficult.  My sisters came over and we barbequed and watched all the illegal fireworks explode in 360 degree surround sound. I was smiling outwardly, but I definitely felt the hollow of something “missing”. I’m so tired of people asking me if I’ve heard from “him”.  No, I haven’t – and I’m not going to, I am sure.

This is how I pacified myself – it can be dangerous when you have a gelato maker on hand:

Artisanal Netarine Gingersnap Gelato