Southern Musings: Krispy Kreme, and John's Birthday

Hot Krispy Kreme donuts are just about the best tasting way to consume copious amounts of simple sugar. Hot is key to this pleasure. We are lucky enough to have a Krispy Kreme store in town. It's not so close to us that we can easily visit, but it's not a day trip either. This past summer the Imp and I were driving around doing errands and we were passing by our Krispy Kreme store. The "HOT NOW" sign was lit. I turned to her and asked if she wanted a hot donut. She said, "Sure, I've never had a hot one before." I was stunned. How had I let my child get to be 15 years old without experiencing the HOT DONUT experience? I felt like a bad mom. So I turned into the drive thru and bought 2 hot glazed donuts (I know, I was very restrained...buying a dozen was tempting, but I knew none would make it home no matter how many I bought). After the first taste, the Imp simply devoured the rest of the donut in the blink of an eye. She turned to me and lamented that I had kept this pleasure from her for so long. Then asked why I only got her one. Each week when we drive home from her voice class, we pass the Krispy Kreme store (on the right side of the road...so very easy access). I don't think the Imp had noticed, although every week I had to control myself and not drive thru to get donuts. Two weeks ago, as we were driving home, I exclaimed how terrible it was for Krispy Kreme to torture me by having their "HOT NOW" sign lit. The Imp looked around and only then became aware that we passed this exquisit eatery each week. When I drove by, she was heart-broken and aghast that I would point out the store to her and then NOT go in. So last night, driving home, the Imp in the middle of telling me the saga of Tina and Tim at school, and I interrupt her and ask if she wants a hot donut. Her eyes got very wide, as she yelled "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" So I got us each a donut. She thanked me again this morning.

The Imp is enjoying crew. She got blood blisters on her hands from having to row on the erg for 20 minutes straight. Her goal is to be the coxswain, wherein she would not have to row, especially in competition.

Today John (also known as John-Boy or Jabes) would have been 44 years old. The week between Chris' and John's birthdays has me thinking of both of them alot. Combined with football season, September has me missing John often.

Me and John 1966