I must admit it’s strange to be dating somebody who has zero tea, coffee or alcohol in his house. If I want to drink something it’s pretty much water, with fizz and without. As always a date with the Luddite is an adventure in a variety of ways. This date included two delicious meals and a snack, a poetry recitation (the dog grr el of Les Barker, the Brit Shel Silverstein), one full length movie (Mae West’s delirious She Done Him Wrong); a number of Youtube videos to do with the tramways of Lodz, Poland, including one that’s extremely funny, and others that make Lodz look like the ugliest, oldest and most dirty snow-covered portions of 1970’s Toronto; much in the way of music, mostly contradance bands including Seattle’s KGB (highly recommended) and the US band Notorious, which is so supremely awesome, I’m going to have to buy two copies of it because one is going to go to Dr. Filk, and also an entire best of Grieg album; and me tricking the Luddite into watching the first 20 minutes of the most recent Pride and Prejudice because I promised him it had English country dancing in it; and we almost watched a Joe E Brown movie but it was getting late.
At 1:38 this morning (when I was snoring, quite likely) Katie texted me with the cryptic “I am sacred for myself.” (read, scared) which of course I didn’t pick up until 11 this morning when I promptly panicked, burst into tears and called Paul. After about 90 minutes of agony I got hold of her live and calmed down.
Yesterday I spent an arseload of money at Metrotown, as I am SICK OF MY SHOES. Do you hear me? SICK OF THEM. I don’t usually care, but I wanted comfortable flats so I bought two pairs. Also I didn’t think I had any shoes suitable for contradancing, and I’m going (may Goddess give me strength) on Friday.
Now I’ve rented the Can car and I’m back home and I’m off to put stuff back in my fridge to go bad for Katie to clear out about the time I move out. Later….
I know one young lady who knows exactly what you mean by “I AM SICK OF MY SHOES”. This would be my daughter who goes to a US Ivy League university and has had a crushed foot since April 2005. Although, she owns many pairs of shoes, she would mostly be seen around campus wearing the same pair of run-down running shoes avec orthodics. No-one around campus would ever say a thing to her and they would try very hard not to be rude and look at her shoes. Last semester she was talking to some of the other students about this very topic (sick of my shoes) and they responded “Yeah, we noticed and figured it must be some kind of Canadian athlete thing”. Over Christmas holidays Jenn has been on a mission to find nicer looking shoes she can tolerate wearing.
Man, that entirely sucks. She’s gotta find some decent shoes.