Sunday, December 23, 2018

misdirection

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I started early this morning before the coffee even came down. Working on this while I also work on a writing problem.

The solution(s) have come, one grudging word at a time, so I'm not sure this brain trick is as good as putting on the boots and covering some ground. That used to work so well.

The old boots are coming apart. They are a trip and fall waiting to happen. Time to break down and replace them. I'd given up shopping brick & mortar for new ones, then I remembered to look at the tongues of the old ones. Size, model, all there. Zappos? Check. Order placed.

No more excuses.

3 comments:

Mo Crow said...

beautiful stitching and nothing like a good pair of boots to go for a wander

Liz A said...

Oh how this cloth glows ... every glimpse brings a smile

Joanne S said...

This old heart of mine....

lost treasures

Dug up from the back of a drawer. The whole crew of elders, my bowlegged groom, that Beast, me and my crew. I was keeping a grip on Shag (...

Play it again Sam.