Animals, Books, Don't Let's Call It a Diet, Retail Therapy, Walking

These Few Things

We’ve had a pretty quiet day here, but let me just say these few things:

1) The weather was gorgeous. I enjoyed sitting on my front lawn in a low chair re-reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, while Molly enjoyed lying on the lawn chewing a stick and keeping me company.

2) The Princess and I went downtown to the charming and usually crowded shopping area and actually found a parking space on the first pass. We went to a local bookstore and pre-paid for two copies of Harry Potter the Seventh to pick up on Friday night, late. Then we visited a store that sells Philosophy products and came home with a beautiful pink bag full of thing that will make us gorgeous, or so we have been told. We’ll at least have nice-smelling hair.

3) I enjoyed talking on the phone with one faraway friend and Google chatting with another.

4) I am thrilled to announce that there is a Thomas’ English Muffin with so much fiber it counts as only 1 point on the Flex Plan, and further that it made a good base for a home-made pizza-resembling dinner. I’m also delighted to report that Fat-Free mozzarella cheese is quite edible. I really didn’t envy the rest of the family, eating Domino’s.

5) No, really. I mean it!

6) Further, I am delighted to report that the makers use the s’ in the old-fashioned way. That pleases me.

7) On a more serious note, I am grateful for the reflections I read yesterday and today on The Good Samaritan, particularly Milton’s. Somehow I finally got the message that I don’t need to live in the ditch, half dead, anymore, where some past experiences are concerned, although there is also the uncomfortable truth about needing to love the people connected to them.

8) Finally, although he drove to a neighboring state and climbed a mountain and returned all in the same day, Pure Luck kindly accompanied me on a 40 or so minute walk. We just went a little more slowly than usual.

Retail Therapy

Sandal Shopping

Since everybody is talking about shoes and apparel

This afternoon I went to the shoe store to replace my beloved blue Birkenstocks.


They have done good service for at least three summers. I thought they were pretty cute for Birkenstocks, not clunky-looking or heavily-strapped. What I really wanted was another pair just like them, but the local store carried them only in a couple of horrifying colors. Now that I’m looking on the web, I realize it might have been possible to order them, but while I was in the store I gave in and looked at other styles. Here’s what came home with me:


I think I had a pair of these when I was pregnant with The Princess, so that’s going back 11 years or more. They’re also fairly cute, as Birks go.

Then I saw these:


My last pair of Naot shoes were also faithful and long-lasting. Let’s hope these are the same!

While searching the Web for an image, I discovered that these also come in a Deadhead version:


Although the bear is cute, I’m not sure I would wear those. How about you?

Animals, Retail Therapy, Travel

Inquiring Minds Want to Know

*The Suitcase*

Somehow when my laptop battery ran out last Sunday night, I lost most of a post which I re-wrote and posted the next morning. In the tradition of Anne LaMott’s “shitty first drafts,” the second post was a better piece of writing, but it was missing one important piece of information: my suitcase did indeed arrive last Saturday afternoon.

It did not arrive until after St. Casserole had introduced me to several fine local shopping destinations, where I acquired some new and appropriate foundation garments along with an emergency preaching outfit, a rather lovely pink tweed skirt and a cream-colored cotton cable-stitch pullover sweater, which I in fact wore despite having received my suitcase in plenty of time. There were sales, you see. It is also a good thing to contribute to the local economy.

*The Shelter*

Today I went to the Humane Society again and saw a lot of new dogs, but I also checked in on my favorite mama dog. It was a great disappointment to discover that while I was walking the puppies whose cages were being cleaned, she had already gone for her morning walk. I did have the pleasure of seeing her again later when we stopped into a pet supply store to pick up necessary items for Whistle and Fish, as well as training treats for the Peepee Puppie. Mama Toenails, as St. C dubbed her, was one of the lucky dogs spending the afternoon at the store, looking for a new family. The gal from the shelter said she was one of the nicest dogs around and was clearly doing all she could to find Mama Toenails a new home. I was relieved to know she had an advocate.

My favorite new friend this morning was a 3 month-old puppy who looked like an odd combination of Pointer and Pit Bull. She strayed in a neighboring town, so one hopes her people will come and find her. But things are still chaotic in this recovering area, and who knows what the situation may have been. This little girl didn’t care about walking once we got outside. All she wanted was a good, long snuggle. I was happy to provide it. If you can’t be with the one you love, honey, love the one you’re with.

*The South*

You would think that a woman who can identify hush puppies on sight and has previously eaten fried green tomatoes, okra and grits cooked by her own mother would not need to prove her Southern heritage, but I find that the people of the South Deeper than my home state are dubious about my credentials. Tonight I will lay their doubts to rest when I eat catfish for dinner. My own family, who by now I think are wishing I would just come on home, comment on the retrieval of my long lost Southern accent. Wait until they see me wearing lipstick every day…and refreshing it appropriately as needed.

We are in the homestretch. I am working on the sermon for Sunday, taking pictures of sights I want to bring back to my church folk at home and generally reflecting on the experience of being both away and being here. I find I wish I could bring the two places closer together, but I think that is just a symptom of wanting to bring the whole world closer together, to promote understanding and caring and communicating across all sorts of boundaries we artificially construct to make ourselves feel safe from one another.