I Bought New Shoes (which I almost never do)...

[lydamorehouse]

...and now my heels hurt.  I've worn Converse hightops since they were popular in the mid-80s.  But, yesterday, in a fit of "oh sh*t I just ripped the entire heel off my hightops" I impulse bought a pair of Converse non-hightops.  The back of my foot is seriously torn up.  I've totally forgotten how to wear shoes that rub against my heel.  Plus, all of this may have been exaserbated by the fact that I just spent two hours raking the front lawn (again.)  

I love owning a house, but I have to say yard work can go f**k itself, especially given that the rest of my neighbors seem to think that raking involves making piles of leaves on their boulevard that then blow on to mine (where I rake AND bag them, you fraking yahoos!)  

The sad part is, I'm mad because I didn't get to work out at the gym this morning.  I had to work outside instead.  I'm sure Captain America has to rake leaves, too, but damn, I really would have rather briskly walked on the treadmill than raked leaves (and garbage!  Gah!) in the brisk (and snowing!  Gah!) wind.  

Today is picture day at Mason's school.  He's wearing his dinosaur shirt.  Mrs. R. commented that the kids are squirrelier out of their uniforms, but I tend to think that it's more that they know today is a special day and are generally excited about getting to do something different.  

We bought my new shoes at Maplewood Mall.  Normally, I don't shop at a suburb quite so far out, but Shawn had to see a neurosurgeon about her headaches (she gets insane migranes,) and the mall was close.  Mason and I dropped about a hundred dollars in books at the Barnes & Noble -- he got more of the Black Lagoon series by Mike Thayler (illustrated by Jared Lee)  including a few chapter books.  As we were leaving, he noticed Calvin & Hobbes in the clearance bin, so we picked up the Authoritative Calvin & Hobbes, hardback, for only nine dollars.  Quite the deal.  

As I told Mason at the time, I swear that the Maplewood Mall Barnes & Noble has figured into my dreams.  I have never before been in a two-story B&N, but this on has an escalator well in the center of the store, which goes down into the main section of the bookstore -- and I had the most profound sense of deja vu when I saw that.  I SWEAR I dreamed of a B&N just like that one. 

I've been having really great dreams again.  I had one the other day where I was actually mad about being woken up because I was an awesome police officer (not, by the way, my usual dream-job.  Seriously, I have a whole series of dreams where I'm on the run for a crime I've committed _or_ I'm breaking out of jail.)  I was explaining to my friend Barb the other night, that the other thing that's strange about these dreams is 1) I'm almost always a man, and 2) I have what feels like real physical memories of doing things that I have never had the skills for in this lifetime -- things like rope climbing, climbing in general, and the feeling of running very easily and swiftly.  So what do you think that means, Dr. Freud?  Past life?  Keen desire to be a buff boy?

Anyway, I'd better close down as I must go pick up little boy.

Comments

[xochiquetzl]

In a previous life, you were a buff male felon who pretended to be a cop to escape the law. I, on the other hand, was a phony fortune teller who pulled people's past lives out of her ass. We travelled with the circus for awhile. We were both after the trapeze chick.

[seanmmurphy.livejournal.com]

Umm... I'm going out on a limb, here, but methinks you're dreaming that you're already the Captain--and you just don't know it.