Boots January 28, 2009
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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.)
Route 153 
Gosh darn, I wish I could say I wanted that life too. But I didn’t. I like slippers.
Why, you’ve just proved that The Secret actually works! Hey, are you some kind of New Age shill for the publisher?
Craig: Um…I have?
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!
The little pleasures of winter!
And I assume you’re not walking all over anyone (particularly Tim) with those boots?
On the soles of my boots it says, “genuine rubber.” It’s good to know that.
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.
I thought you were going to say, “Be careful what you wish for.”
S: And near the end of mud season, that day will come.
I’ll take mud, cold, whatever you’ve got.
Sturdy grippy boots? Whatever would I use them for?
From what I’ve heard lately about the weather down there, you could probably boil pasta in them.
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.
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.