So, I am sitting in my chair, having just gotten home from church, thinking about what to do the rest of this afternoon and evening. I thought, tomorrow I am going to have major surgery and have my hip replaced. I could die! I should do something special. Then I thought that if there were still a “Farrell’s Ice Cream Parlour” around, I would go and order a “Pig’s Trough” and eat the whole thing myself. There used to be one in Portland when I was in college in the 60’s. It was one of the favorite spots for kids in my college. I took Patty there on our second date. The Pig’s Trough” was a giant ice cream Sunday with everything on it: Carmel, chocolate syrup, strawberry syrup, nuts, Marciano cherries, bananas, and whipped cream. It was meant for two people. I ordered one, thinking Patty would eat half of it with me, but she informed me that she was very allergic to bananas and dared not eat the ice cream that had touched the bananas, so I ordered her a regular Sunday, and I ate the entire “Pig’s Trough” myself. When I finished, about six of the wait staff came out, put a hat that looked like a pig on my head, and sang a loud song, “Congratulations, you made a pig of yourself at Farrell’s.” I was embarrassed and wondered what this wonderful girl I had with me thought.

I have been on this diet for the last three months and have lost 20 pounds. I have had zero sugar during this time. But in a moment of weakness, I asked one of my grandkids, who drive, to buy me two Snickers ice cream bars. They have tons of chocolate and Carmel with ice cream. I put them in a bowl, covered them with whipped cream, and ate them slowly. I am allergic to sugar, so I am unsure how the rest of the day and night will go, but that sure tasted good. Now, I am ready for my surgery.