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Boots January 28, 2009

Posted by indigobunting in Uncategorized.

One day, years ago, back in our Takoma Park apartment, as I pulled on a pair of sturdy, grippy nasty-weather boots, I said to Tim, “I want a life where* I have to do this a lot more often.”

Now I have it. And I like it.

(*Yes, I probably said where. I say a lot of things I wouldn’t print.)


1. Cedar Waxwing - January 28, 2009

Gosh darn, I wish I could say I wanted that life too. But I didn’t. I like slippers.

2. Craig (Maito Sewa Yoleme) - January 28, 2009

Why, you’ve just proved that The Secret actually works! Hey, are you some kind of New Age shill for the publisher?

3. indigobunting - January 28, 2009

Craig: Um…I have?

4. damyantig - January 28, 2009

Glad to see you back. I get kind of worried when I don’t see you post in a while. Since I’m not not such a regular at my own blog, I tell myself you’re busy.

But when I come by and find a few lines, I feel rewarded.

Ok, now I’m off to writing!

5. Eulalia (Lali) Benejam Cobb - January 28, 2009

The little pleasures of winter!

6. Helen - January 29, 2009

And I assume you’re not walking all over anyone (particularly Tim) with those boots?

7. Deloney - January 29, 2009

On the soles of my boots it says, “genuine rubber.” It’s good to know that.

8. indigobunting - January 29, 2009

D: Yes, busy. It’s silly. And it’s about to get worse.

E: Indeed.

H: You assume correctly.

D: And again I say, indeed.

9. Susan - January 29, 2009

I thought you were going to say, “Be careful what you wish for.”

10. indigobunting - January 29, 2009

S: And near the end of mud season, that day will come.

11. bettyslocombe - January 29, 2009

I’ll take mud, cold, whatever you’ve got.

12. Mali - January 29, 2009

Sturdy grippy boots? Whatever would I use them for?

13. Deloney - January 29, 2009

From what I’ve heard lately about the weather down there, you could probably boil pasta in them.

14. Mali - January 30, 2009

D: Geography lesson.

Melbourne, Australia: Stinking hot in January. 40 plus temperatures diabolical. Lotsa flies.
Wellington, NZ: We think we’re expiring if the temperature gets to 26 C. No flies on us.

15. LisaS - January 30, 2009

boots. i’m tired of them after walking a mile each way to work and back in the snow, even though it’s not that far. i would like to be where Mali is, but walking on the beach in my flip flops, shaking the sand away from my toes.

but it takes all kinds to make a world.

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