So, the melancholy truth found yesterday was that — though I was cleared for shoes, my beloved Dansko oxfords did not fit me. Well. The right foot fit just as always, but the reconstructed left foot — did not. This was lowering, to say the least, and I was cast into Deep Despair until Steve came home from running errands with a pair of oversized fleece-lined men’s slippers that the surgeon’s preferred insoles fit, so I was able to lose the surgical shoe which was Just. So. Wonderful.
This morning, deciding that solving the shoe problem was Priority One, we took ourselves to Laney Wellehan in Augusta, where the manager and podiatry specialist took me in hand, and speedily found me a pair of Clark women’s pull ons, in wide, with a nice broad toe box. The manager also gave me tongue pads and heel pads for the right shoe, which is, as you’d imagine, a little large.
Shoes achieved, we went up the hill to Pier One, where I wandered about and stared at All The Stuff. I have loved Pier One since a young girl, and Pier One in All its Potlatch Finery is not to be missed; it’s better than the Macy’s parade. After about 45 minutes of wandering the store in amaze, my foot started to ache, so back we went to the car, and Steve took us for a drive out through Monmouth, up Mount Pisgah Road, through Wayne, Jay, Wilton, Farmington, Norridgewock, and so to home, and lunch, and catching up on work and correspondence. During our ride, the predictive mileage meter went from predicting that we would need gas in 310 miles to needing gas in 380 miles. The predictive mileage meter probably amuses me more than it should.
While we drove, we sang along with whatever was on Sirius Vinyl and/or Cassette. Very probably we heard songs to which we did not know all the words, but there were far more to which we knew every word. Yes, yes, I hear you, there in the back — if only we would use our power for good.
One thing became apparent as we traveled up and down the world, and that is — I’m going to have to have a refresher course in driving. Sitting in a stable chair for eight weeks has given me a Whole New, and not entirely useful, reading on how close other vehicles are, and our relative speeds. Well. Something to do.
…and that’s what we’ve been up to. Hope your day was as pleasant.