is the word 'diary' better than the word 'blog'? probably not.
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A lot of moving around without getting anywhere. I'm fine where I am.
Over the weekend I went to Gus� family reunion! And I have to be honest with you. It was surprisingly fun. Plus we got to swim in the ocean. The Atlantic ocean is much less freakaFREEZoidish than is the Pacific. The Pacific will hurt you, despite the peaceful name it bears. The Atlantic, at least beach-side, is much more pacific, temperature-wise.
The family reunion was held on an island full of soft-serve ice cream stores, AKA paradise. In particular I had a really yummy Flurry made with vanilla soft-serve, malt, and nestle crunch pieces.
Then Gus moved! He moved from QB to downtown Philly. That�s good because we like downtown Philly, and downtown Philly is not a suburb, and Gus belongs in a city, and it is also one less train I have to take whenever I want to see Gus.
However, I will miss his QB house, perhaps more than he will. It is cute, and old, and made of stone on the outside, and full of huge window seats on the inside, for window-gazing, and with a really pretty immaculately-kept lawn with trees and flowers� and someone else does all the gardening and lawn-mowing because it is QB property. All very lovely.
Anyway, the night before the move, as we were finalizing packing, I went off to get us some food and discovered that his front yard was full of fireflies! I am not exaggerating. His yard was magically FULL of fireflies. I made him come outside despite his being deeply entrenched in the work of finalizing packing. We turned off the porch light and stood in the center of the lawn, and all the trees were full of them, the fireflies twinkling up there, the trees all full as if they were lit from top to bottom with lights. The fireflies were also all around us as we stood on the lawn. They are that rare large flying bug that you actually want to have near you. It was really beautiful.
Then we did some more packing. Then some sleeping. Then Gus moved.
In other news, my new digital phone has a voicemail feature that sends me an email message to let me know whenever someone leaves me a voicemail message. The email message contains a .wav file, so I can listen to the message using my computer or sidekick, without dialing the phone service or anything. It isn�t a lawn full of fireflies but it does strike me as somewhat magical.
Except that so far no one has ever left me a voicemail message except me.
Another topic. New York City is a walking city. There�s no avoiding it. And my toe isn�t completely better yet, so I�ve had some trouble with outfits because of shoes. It is difficult to accommodate much-walking plus injured-toe and then also match that to a cute dress! Gus made the terribly cruel suggestion, after I re-stubbed the injured toe, that maybe, subconsciously or something, I just didn�t want to wear my cute shoes anymore. Sometimes he is hilarious, but that was not one of those times.
Also my feet have really high arches so they get fatigued very easily if I do a lot of walking in shoes without arch support. So now we have much-walking plus injured-toe plus arch-support to contend with. I broke down and bought a pair of Dansko shoes. They are the kind of shoes that look like they are probably good for your feet, and comfortable. Meaning that they aren�t so cute. I thought of this because Evany has a pair of sandals by Dansko that are fairly cute. But �fairly cute� is as far as Dansko will take you. I want more. Anyway I bought a pair of cloggish-strappy-maryjaneish things in purple suede with red trim. They�re fairly cute.
But man! Are they comfortable?! Yes, they are. I tried Evany�s dansko sandals on last year because she told me they were �pornographically comfortable� and, well, I had to know whether that was true, and what it could possibly mean. I slipped my foot into her sandal. I found her declaration to be true. The shoes hug your feet in all kinds of ways your feet have never been hugged before.
I wore the new cloggish things around on a day when I knew I would have to do a lot of walking. It was a risk, because I had never worn them before. However, at the end of the day I had to admit to myself that not only were my feet far from tired, I didn�t even have any blisters. All good. Except that when I wear them I feel like I might be a �special� person, and I mean that in the Todd Solondz way, not the you-are-fabulous kind of way.
The problem has not been entirely solved. But my toe is feeling better every day, so soon enough I�ll have a range of cute shoes to chose from.
7:56 p.m. - July 02, 2007
marilyn - 2007-07-03 15:44:52
nyc+40+desparation=dansko? for me it did. i bought a pair the day i got back from ny the last time i was down... comfort, yes! convert? not-so-sure. i feel a little *special* myself.
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Esther - 2007-07-11 22:59:30
have you tried camper? some of the women's are comfy AND cute.
http://shop.camper.com/seasoncatalog.camper?catalog=catalogo_adultos_t64&nav=1&subnav=1&lang=en
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