So yesterday after I did the grocery shopping and made breakfast and caught up on #2 daughter’s life, I decided to ask her if she would like to help me with a distasteful errand. We needed to take #2 son to gymnastics and go to the bank and return a video game, and in addition to that, my only pair of flat shoes had developed a hole.
“Next month I’ll be back to standing eight or more hours every day, and my loafers have bitten the dust,” I said apologetically, “so if you’re in the mood —“
“Shoe shopping?” she said brightly.
More than brightly. Her eyes lit up. She stood up straighter. Her ears perked up. Maybe not, but that was the impression.
I am never in the mood for shoe shopping, but #2 daughter had been wanting to go shoe shopping, so we headed out. We went to five stores. Not one after another. We dropped off the game at a book/music/movie/game place and looked at albums and magazines. There are now a whole bunch of magazines from Somerset Studio, and I also was trying to persuade #2 daughter that making jewelry looked like fun, so I was making her look at pictures from Belle Armoire’s jewelry magazine.
Tiring of that, we took #2 son to the gymnastics studio and set off for shoe stores, and then in a bit we picked him up and dropped him off at home with instructions to grill something and went to more shoe stores.
Left to myself, I would have gone to T.J. Maxx and bought the least objectionable pair in anything close to my size.
With #2 daughter’s support, I tried on many shoes.
I had decided to avoid loafers, because loafers are, I am told, not in style. Ballet flats are in style, and I tried a whole bunch of them. Polka dots. Shiny bronze ones with bows. Leather ones with buckles or buttons serving no discernible purpose.
I ended up with these, but in brown.
They are comfortable, well made, sturdy, and practical. I will be able to wear them with the zookeeper outfits I normally wear to work in the store. They are far and away more suitable than the pink mules with kitten heels and a frill of organza ruffling.
But it seems a bit sad to me that I went out with an open mind and the intention of buying cute shoes and actually visited five shoe stores and still bought the sort of shoe I normally wear.
#2 daughter bought some new gym shoes, which she had been needing. We had lots of good conversation, and came home to watch a movie and play games and finish her dress and go over music and otherwise disport ourselves in a low-key fashion. This morning we will sing in a trio in church, and in the afternoon #2 daughter will return to her big city and I will either cook meals to put in the freezer and get my house cleaned up in preparation for the coming work week, or I will laze around reading, in preparation for the coming work week.
Which reminds me that part of the summer reading challenge is to post about the books I’m reading. The two books I completed in week 2 of the challenge were Our Lady of Pain and Gil’s All Fright Diner.
Our Lady of Pain is a mystery novel set in Edwardian England, by Marion Chesney. She is a fine writer of Regency romances, but also the author of the very good Hamish Macbeth mysteries, and of the less orthodox Agatha Raisin mysteries, and probably some other series under other names which I don’t know about. She is always worth reading. The Swinburne-ish title is indeed a quote from Swinburne, but that is not an indication of the story at all. It is merely a reference to a character named Dolores.
Gil’s All Fright Diner is a book I had put on my Booksfree list after reading its advance notice, which compared it to Christopher Moore. There is a similarity: there are demons in the book. I haven’t read huge numbers of the whole vampire/werewolf/demon oeuvre, but this one seems pretty typical. Someone is trying to unleash the powers of hell and it is up to some unlikely anti-hero or bunch of misfits to save the world. Nothing wrong with it, but there also isn’t a whole lot of wit or deep philosophy. Lots of graphic demon-fighting scenes, if you like that sort of thing.
I am still reading Bryson’s A Short History of Everything, but that is the kind of book I like to read parts of and then set it aside and think about them before going on, so I don’t anticipate finishing it very soon. Summer requires a steady supply of extremely light reading, with occasional dips into the serious stuff. So I guess in fairness I should say about both the books for week two that they are good examples of their genres and you will like them if you like that sort of thing.