A Drama in Eight Photos
It’s all Maren’s fault.* Because I don’t keep track.** And if this crucial fragment of my future had been left up to me I would have found out about it when there were only three unsold pairs left in the universe, two of them size three and one size twelve. Whereupon I would have had to twist my own head off with my own hands*** in despair.
I’m actually still amazed that it worked. I couldn’t believe it when I found a site in England that listed them and claimed to have them in my size. Even when the parcel arrived in the post I was suspicious. † But . . .
One of my favourite songs too. Not one of your stay-at-home, wait-for-the-phone-to-ring girlies, our Debbie. Which is why we love her. (That and the cheekbones.)
And, you know, black. And pink.
Ooooooh.
Oooooooh.
There are always complications about doing anything on the floor in this household.
Sigh. It’s enough to make me wish I was going to a book convention somewhere.
PS: Yes. I thumped, thwacked and wailed†† my way to the end of the proofs of PEGASUS today. I still have to write up and send in my corrections by 5 pm Manhattan time tomorrow††† And I want to go bell ringing tomorrow evening.
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* Thank you Maren. Thank you very, very much.
** But I may be about to, since I agreed to the email newsletter from the insanely chirpy website http://www.totallyshoes.co.uk/ I bought these from.
*** An image I have just used for the experience of having stopped the story at the end of PEGASUS and having to live with how it ends^, and then, rather than getting to lay the bloody thing down and think about something else and wait for the idiot author to present me with the second instalment I’M THE IDIOT AUTHOR. I HAVE TO PRODUCE THE SECOND INSTALMENT MYSELF.
^ I am not unaware that many books end worse. THE TWO TOWERS, for example, which example I have liberally borrowed on these virtual pages. But have I mentioned how much I hate suspense? It may have been the trauma of having to read LOTR for the first time over the course of a year and whatever, while my friend received one book at a time over birthday, Christmas and birthday+, that has marked me for life in this anti-populist way.
+ This was both pushing fifty years ago and in Japan.
† There might have been a misfire in the warehouse, and they sent me these. http://www.totallyshoes.co.uk/main/womens-shoes/vans-sk8-hi-kiss-rock-and-roll-black-multi-vn0d5i3w2.html
Which I am of course totally too cool for. Ahem. If they didn’t scream LOCK UP YOUR DAUGHTERS I would have thought about these: http://www.totallyshoes.co.uk/main/womens-shoes/converse-hi-acdc-lock-up-your-daughters-red-white-111074.html
And I did think about these except they didn’t have them in my size:
Hey! Wait a minute! You didn’t have these in my size three days ago!
†† Noooo! I didn’t write that! I can’t possibly have written that!
††† Oh, gods, America is already on daylight savings, and we aren’t. Do I have one more hour or one fewer?^
^ Note my excellent grasp of the difference between ‘less’ and ‘fewer’ . . . is entirely unmatched by any ability whatsoever to perform basic arithmetic.
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