Tuesday, 18 October 2011

Um. That's odd.

I dreamed a little too long this morning. The framework of the skyscraper kept flexing as it grew, it had started as steel, but was becoming organic. And I was trapped on the eighty-fifth floor and there was something desperately important that I needed to get down to ground level for. All the lifts had jammed as their shafts distorted, the concrete stairs were crumbling, exploding into dust as the immense forces of the shifting building chewed at them. I was going out, the window-cleaning cradle on its suspension ropes was my only chance... 
Then the alarm went off and I hit snooze a couple of times, then I thought "F***! it's not saturday!", and leapt into getting-up mode.  Ten minutes to get out of the house... I thought I'd done well, rolled through the gate at work just as the 8 a.m. news started on the radio. It wasn't until I was on my way home, nine hours later, that I wondered why my left foot felt less cushioned on the heel than the right.
That, however, is one of the good things about being male. Going to work wearing odd shoes is not a disaster. And nobody notices, and if they had, we'd both have laughed about it.
Usually, though, my asymmetry is confined to socks.

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  1. If you walked into MY store with your mismatched shoes, I promise I would ...

    say ahhh, bless him. He dressed himself today!

    At least you managed to stay within the same color group ...


  2. RDG: Grrr. Grrrr.

    See. Adullamite knows the truth. "brilliant". A feller like me, busy pondering the mysteries of the universe can be excused a shoe-glitch every now and then.

    I nearly got all the buttons in the right buttonholes too.

  3. No. No. You have it all wrong. Adullamite was complimenting MY comment when he wrote brilliant! Now that you have buttonholing almost mastered, would you like to learn how the tie your shoes? Just make two bunny ears ...



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