A little outside bling. After the big storm we have had a few cloudy and weirdly warm days but later today we are headed back into our normal cooler wetter pattern.
My waterproof boots, more substantial than Wellies or galoshes have been in the closet for the last few years as I didn’t need them as my everyday hiking boot shoes were working fine.
On Tuesday though I thought I would be wading across flooded streets, and I had cleaned the accumulated white spots off the waterproof boots over the weekend. My everyday hiking boot shoes got wet inside on Monday after walking in the pouring rain. The tread is almost gone on them as well as they have been very well used.
There I am Tuesday wading across not too bad but definitely flooded streets to get to the credit union and store and as I was on my way home walking to the bus stop all of a sudden I noticed my left foot felt wet. These are LL Bean boots that zip up above the ankle. The water hadn’t been that high. What the heck.
I looked down and the synthetic material on the top of the boot around the toes had split open in this finger like pattern. Whoa. I am so glad this happened during these, as storms go, relatively mild conditions and I didn’t have far to go.
New waterproof hiking boots are on their way. I so hope they fit as shoes that do, have become such an issue for me.
It has come to my attention that my relationship with punctuation is a bit eccentric. A result of although being a voracious reader all my life, not having taken anything above 9th grade English, and having skipped most of that as well even though I had a sympathetic teacher.
Walt asked for a poem for his newsletter last weekend and he needed it right away and so I went into my archives (Ha! Thanks to Most Honorable for creating that) found a poem I had written at least 15 years ago but hadn’t published and in looking at it, I was like boy, this punctuation does not make a lot of sense. I stripped it all out and made a few small word adjustments and re-punctuated it.
Then I sent the poem to Walt. He liked it, good job, and then the next morning I read said poem out loud to my class and as I was reading it, I noticed a glaring missing period. This is the second time this has happened. I was able to get it fixed before Walt sent out the newsletter. But still, a body could use a copy editor, at least this one could.
My students, the folks that take my classes are not really students, they are these wonderful fellow practitioners and are such lovely people, we had this lively conversation about what my poem meant. They were having fun pestering me with questions about why this and that and I was enjoying pondering the mysteries of the creative process. I only barely remember what was swirling around in my mind when I wrote the poem. I was chuffed afterwards. One puts these things out in the world and then you let them go and you never know how they are received.
It was one heck of a full week. I was so tired yesterday afternoon, and I was trying to get in just enough activity to feel okay about the day and our VP of Admin called to run something by me, (for the second time) about our insurance and I don’t know the answer as with so many of these things, she doesn’t want to deal with it and neither do I. I told her, listen, I am sorry, but I am too tired and fog brained to deal with this right now. I do not know how these women in their 80’s do this stuff. I get tired!
Anyone have a spare auxiliary pack?
I found out our League President is going to have a baby, like in the next few weeks. How did I not know this until now? I am happy for her, of course but…it means even more work for the rest of us and honestly that makes me just a tad bit grumpy.
In spite of Carlo throwing up a big messy hairball on the bed early this morning and me typing this while babysitting the washer so it doesn’t unbalance with the heavy bedspread in it, I am feeling much better rested and ready for what comes barreling down the road next.
In spite of it all, I have so much to be grateful for.
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