I’ve
tried to write a thoughtful story or two over the last three weeks but I just
don’t have the bandwidth to do it. LFG, my work, my mom, my Old Town property rehab
and my Bethesda move have me just snowed under like I’ve not been in a decade.
I remain mindful though, that the stress and the overload are mostly due to
good things.
Here’s
an example of an honorable effort from three damn Saturdays ago. I never got
back to it but I figured that I’ll now just toss the scrap of it out here for y’all
to stare at…
Saturday Morning Monk Straps…and
other assorted things.
Last year's half-price Oundles |
LFG
remains asleep in a rather contradictory way so I’ve got a moment to post some
randomness. I’ll explain the contradictory sleeping thing later but for now
let’s talk monk straps After all, this blog thing used to be about shoes and
stuff. The half-price Alfred Sargent monks from Leffot were, just like my
Edward Green suede Oundles from last year’s sale, simply too good to pass up.
Color?
Not exactly what I would have selected at full price but with a little bit of
ADG fuzzy work, I had ‘em just right in no time. And methinks it’s good
that for one rare instance, I didn’t buy another pair of suede shoes.
I’ve
never owned a pair of A.S. shoddings but I’m inclined to think that they are
gonna be a great value for the half-price pick up. Ok…on to LFG’s contradictory
sleep…
Contradictory in that her adolescence is
manifesting that transitional twain from little girl to young lady. So her bantam
body is amidst a metabolic agenda that has her sleeping till almost noon some
days. Surely this isn't news to any of you who’ve raised teenagers but all of
this is a new thing for me to watch—to shepherd. So where’s the contradiction?
Remnants of her little girl innocence remain, thank goodness. Evidence of
this is that she remains asleep at this late morning hour…but in my bed…having asked sometime in the night
if she could come in. My not so little, little girl…the one who with respect
and kindness only grunts at me these days…needed the comfort of her daddy.
I’m
transitioning to Bethesda with the realization that my gal may still only offer
me the monosyllabic whatever amidst a predictable eye-rolling eighth grader
grunt. Proxemics doesn’t mitigate such things. But I’ll only have to drive five
minutes to harvest my paucities.
Onward. Repairing
drywall and other stuff.
ADG II