It was sunny and humid today. MeeMaw went to church early this morning for a baptism ceremony while I was still asleep. To my surprise, she brought back a bunch of popsicles when she swung by around noon. Among them was a kind she called "old popsicles." They haven't changed since MeeMaw was my age—a flavor straight from the past. Essentially, it's just a chunk of sweet ice. To me, it tastes bland, and I can't quite figure out why it's still considered a classic. But I guess people find nostalgia in many ways. Some like it hot, some like it cold, some like it in the pot, nine days old.