Monthly Archives: August 2009

Two nights ago, on my way back from my regular barbecue place, I was wearing my new clogs with the giant heels. I was walking fast because I was hungry, and my ankle suddenly turned. It hurt like crazy, but I had just cut in front of a young couple on the sidewalk, so I hopped and shook my foot a little and kept going because I was embarrassed.

Yesterday morning I could hardly walk. My foot felt bruised. But it wasn’t my ankle that was hurting; it was the side and top of my foot. I expected it to be swollen or purple, but it looked like nothing. I decided to wear my teacher shoes from last year to be safe. I was really limping in the morning, but by the afternoon I could almost walk normally. I spent the evening with my feet up hoping things would get better. It was kind of a dull ache when I went to bed.

This morning, my foot feels tight and itchy. It still hurts, but is better than it was. I still don’t have a bruise though. I wish I bruised a little better. Then at least people wouldn’t think I was just making things up.

I called my favorite carry-out barbeque place last night, as is my wont. I was craving roast chicken. As I was ordering, the guy on the phone asked me something. I didn’t hear what he said, so I said, “I’m sorry?” He repeated: “Sides?” I didn’t get any sides. (But I did have some soda crackers with peanut butter later.)

After I hung up, I started thinking… Whenever I used to not hear what people said, I would simply say: “What?” I also sometimes said, “What’s that?” But when did I start saying “I’m sorry?”

I have been having trouble finding teacher shoes this year. I really wanted something kind of chunky, but still dressy. Something black and heavy with a rounded toe, but not with tire-tread soles. Kind of like a cross between Edward Scissorhands and the Agents from The Matrix. I couldn’t find anything to my liking. I shopped at all the regular places and even some un-regular ones. Apparently, chunky shoes are out. Or am I so far ahead of the fashion world that no one can keep up with me?

Denis was headed to the Dansko outlet in Pennsylvania because all nurses wear Dansko shoes. (I think it’s a rule.) He says they’re really comfortable. I went along so I could check them out. It turns out that they sell the shoes for half price at the outlet. After trying on a few different styles, I decided to get some clogs. Yes, I bought clogs to wear at school. They’re kind of chunky, but the black shiny leather is kind of dressy. It’s not quite what I had in mind, but I thought I’d give it a try. What’s really funny about them is that they make me an inch and a half taller… plus another half inch for the cushiony insoles I put inside them. I’m a giant! Ha!

UPDATE: I’m at school now, and on the way from my truck to my classroom, the back of my pant legs kept tucking themselves in to my shoes. If that continues to happen all day, I’m done with these shoes.

ANOTHER UPDATE: I twisted my ankle this evening walking back from my favorite carry-out barbeque place. I think I’m going back to my teacher shoes from last year.

I spent most of yesterday at school. I finally got my room arranged. The posters are up and the furniture is in place.

This year there was a lot of extra furniture floating around school. At one point, there were some chairs outside the library that anyone could take. One of them was a cool old office chair. I took it for my room, not knowing what I’d do with it. Since handbells and choir won’t be meeting in my room this year, I have some extra space, so I put my super-awesome map set in a different spot. Setting the chair right next to it made a very nice vignette. It’s very “1940′s War Room”. Perfect for Religion Class!

But here’s the coolest part: The back of the chair has some labels on it that say where it used to be used. I can guess what the “Office of Emergency Management” might do, but what the heck is the “Board of Economic Warfare”?