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hummingwolf) wrote2004-08-04 06:43 pm
hummingwolf) wrote2004-08-04 06:43 pm
Ze day so far
First things first: Could someone please explain the "pastede on yay" thing? Have been meaning to ask for a while now 'cos I don't get it.
Woke up cranky thanks to annoying dreams. That business with the shoes this morning didn't help a bit. Then the thought of having gone so long without food for no good reason nearly pushed me over the edge of something-or-other, I swear. But the one thing that's kept me from keeling over and dying long before now is that I'm a stubborn wench, so I selected my blister-inducing boots and went to the vampire's place so they could suck my blood.
It's a 3/4 mile walk to the stop where I wanted to catch the bus, and all the while I regretted my decision not to take a bus to that other bus stop. In a mere .75 miles of limping I had quite the growing collection of blisters on my poor, long-suffering feet. My expression apparently reflected my pain, judging from the disturbed faces of the small children I passed along the way.
Anyway, the bus got me to the bloodsuckers without incident. I had forgotten that the building I was going to was right next door to the office of the doctor Social Security sent me to whose report seems to be most of the reason I don't have Soc. Security income now. I did not throw rocks at his windows, but you better believe the temptation was there. Inside, the vampire of the day turned out to be a nice lady who told me that my timing was perfect--the place had been crowded all day long till about fifteen minutes before I showed up. She drew my blood without difficulty while we chatted for a bit, then she put me back together with a Bugs Bunny bandage and sent me on my way. Mission Accomplished!
Since it was hot today, I hobbled onto the first bus I saw even though it wasn't going the direction I wanted. Sometimes enjoying nominal air-conditioning is more important than a swift trip home. Got off at a shopping center, figuring that was as good a place as any to transfer to another bus. While I was there, thought it might be a good idea to get something to drink since I was getting pretty dehydrated. So I determined to wander around a bit. Have I mentioned how much the blister-inducing boots hurt my feet? Have I mentioned that I'm a stubborn wench? Right then, I wandered around a bit.
A 7-Eleven checkout machine couldn't read the code on the bottle of juice I wanted, so they charged me for a cheaper juice instead. Woo! Did some window-shopping in nifty ethnic groceries selling imported imponderables with exotic names. And I was desperate enough to ouch my way to a shoe store in case by some miracle there were something I could wear. Mind you, I've considered myself fortunate if I could find a pair of shoes that fit for under $50. After the juice, I had just $25 on me. I never find shoes to fit my oddly-shaped feet for under $25. I found a pair for $16.99 plus tax.
I'd have done a little dance right there if my feet hadn't been hurting so much.
Honestly, I have no idea if these are a good fit or not. It's hard to determine whether you're being rubbed the wrong way when both your feet already sport multiple blisters. But I now have a pair of cross-trainers which do not have gaping holes where no holes belong and which didn't make me feel like someone was digging into my toeses with knives of varying sharpness on the 3/4 mile walk home, and that's better than I expected when I left the house.
On the whole, the day could have been much worse.
Woke up cranky thanks to annoying dreams. That business with the shoes this morning didn't help a bit. Then the thought of having gone so long without food for no good reason nearly pushed me over the edge of something-or-other, I swear. But the one thing that's kept me from keeling over and dying long before now is that I'm a stubborn wench, so I selected my blister-inducing boots and went to the vampire's place so they could suck my blood.
It's a 3/4 mile walk to the stop where I wanted to catch the bus, and all the while I regretted my decision not to take a bus to that other bus stop. In a mere .75 miles of limping I had quite the growing collection of blisters on my poor, long-suffering feet. My expression apparently reflected my pain, judging from the disturbed faces of the small children I passed along the way.
Anyway, the bus got me to the bloodsuckers without incident. I had forgotten that the building I was going to was right next door to the office of the doctor Social Security sent me to whose report seems to be most of the reason I don't have Soc. Security income now. I did not throw rocks at his windows, but you better believe the temptation was there. Inside, the vampire of the day turned out to be a nice lady who told me that my timing was perfect--the place had been crowded all day long till about fifteen minutes before I showed up. She drew my blood without difficulty while we chatted for a bit, then she put me back together with a Bugs Bunny bandage and sent me on my way. Mission Accomplished!
Since it was hot today, I hobbled onto the first bus I saw even though it wasn't going the direction I wanted. Sometimes enjoying nominal air-conditioning is more important than a swift trip home. Got off at a shopping center, figuring that was as good a place as any to transfer to another bus. While I was there, thought it might be a good idea to get something to drink since I was getting pretty dehydrated. So I determined to wander around a bit. Have I mentioned how much the blister-inducing boots hurt my feet? Have I mentioned that I'm a stubborn wench? Right then, I wandered around a bit.
A 7-Eleven checkout machine couldn't read the code on the bottle of juice I wanted, so they charged me for a cheaper juice instead. Woo! Did some window-shopping in nifty ethnic groceries selling imported imponderables with exotic names. And I was desperate enough to ouch my way to a shoe store in case by some miracle there were something I could wear. Mind you, I've considered myself fortunate if I could find a pair of shoes that fit for under $50. After the juice, I had just $25 on me. I never find shoes to fit my oddly-shaped feet for under $25. I found a pair for $16.99 plus tax.
I'd have done a little dance right there if my feet hadn't been hurting so much.
Honestly, I have no idea if these are a good fit or not. It's hard to determine whether you're being rubbed the wrong way when both your feet already sport multiple blisters. But I now have a pair of cross-trainers which do not have gaping holes where no holes belong and which didn't make me feel like someone was digging into my toeses with knives of varying sharpness on the 3/4 mile walk home, and that's better than I expected when I left the house.
On the whole, the day could have been much worse.
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I have this habit, when my shoes give me blisters, of going barefoot while I can get away with it. Essentially anywhere outside that's not coated in glass. In Bayonne I got a lot of grief for that - apparently it's part of the culture to accost strangers on the street to tell them they can get tetanus. Really, I've heard of tetanus before.
And then I got a bunch of new shoes and sandals and the problem went away, but they're all old now and the problem's coming back. Bleh. I may soon find out if it's socially unacceptable to walk barefoot in Nutley.
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Problem with walking around barefoot is that I live in a pretty urban area. You never know when you'll end up walking on broken glass. Plus, anytime I go anywhere, I tend to go someplace that requires shoes. Actually, there's another problem with barefoot for me--I've got very flat feet & walking around with no arch support puts too much stress on my knees.
People actually gave you grief for walking around barefoot? Huh. Come to think of it, people would probably do that here too. I've had folks telling me I really shouldn't walk so late in the day about half an hour before sunset, or saying it's too cold to be out on days when I thought it was perfect walking weather.
People are weird.
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And if I have flat feet, it's only because I walk barefoot. They're not flat enough to affect my knees, but since yours are, you should definitely protect your knees. I do know I can't wear shoes with arches. So I buy them without.
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Short version, that. Longer version is at wank. She keeps wanking.
And dude! Mansun!
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Thanks for the explanation!
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sorry about your blisters, but i'm glad you found new shoes at a good price! hope they do fit well enough.
that pastede on yay thing cracks me up.
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I'm glad about the shoes too! Here's hoping they don't give me other kinds of problems. Even if they do, though, I don't see how they could be worse for my feet than the pairs I've been using.
And pastede on yay is cute now that I know what it's about. :-)
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http://followship.gapgirls.com/pastede/pastede.html
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WO DE TOW BEI JAN SHAN LA, TAI HOW LA!
i will memorize this. *g*
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What's yer email address again pleeeease?
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hummingwolf at yahoo dot com. :-)
Thankyouthankyouthankyou!
Re: Thankyouthankyouthankyou!
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Yeah, it could. Here's a cheer for what went right and a hug for what didn't.
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And Bugs Bunny band aid! That was a rocky thing!
/me hugs.
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I send good vibes your way. :))
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Thank you!