Thanks to you, Internet friends, I can now search out the chili and swill a chai and read Infinite Jest outdoors and pick apples and attend a marching band competition and devour a funnel cake and make up dances to Andrew Bird songs and stomp on some crunchy leaves and throw on a sloppy cardigan and attend an Apple Butter Festival. And I can do these things with amicable kicks.
I’ve named them Jem and Scout.
They just giggled and whispered, “You’re the prettiest lady.”
(And when I went on my first solo drive with them, this song was the first to play. It doesn’t get much better, does it? I’ll answer that: Nope.)
9 thoughts on “Letters and Sodas”
Now THOSE are some mighty fine stinkin’ shoelaces!!!
Go, feet, go :-)
Aaaah! Those shoes! My niece is 21 years old and has cerebral palsy. With her braces and all normally she has to go function over form, but she has those same shoes and they are much to be admired. She’s super thrilled about actually having cute tennis shoes. Also, if someone had bet me $50 you had a tattoo, I’d have lost that money. Not that I even know you. But still. Good on you for having some tricks up your sleeve.
You’re not talking about the Tattoo artist from Columbia whose Mom is the Sci/Fi Fantasy writer are you?
Cool shoe. Wear them well!
I don’t like the left one (ha ha).
I once had a pair shoes named Beezus and Ramona. … And a pair of cats named Beezus and Ramona.
I am not the thought leader I though I was.
I like the shoes, they are unique and your tattoo also can look like two beautiful fish swimming.
Ahhh. I KNOW that photo! There was an Alfred Stieglitz display at the O’Keefe museum in Santa Fe a few years back. Loved his pictures of her. She is awesome. Like you.
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