Thursday, March 8, 2012

Good shoes

[imagine you see a beautiful picture here]

This morning, wasting the first hour up, not fighting my resistance to my Artist's Way assignment (write morning pages first thing), and to meditating. I love to connect with friends on the internet over coffee. Always wanted to be able to do that. And roam around, having found again last night Yeats' Sailing to Byzantium, and the whole poem.  I read it to Tom in bed, the Norton footnotes too, how Yeats developed this belief in what we could call a Pure Land, which he thought was made of art and fine craftsmanship.  In this, it seems to me, he did not have the acceptance of this fine organic mess we try to cultivate, trying harder the messier it gets.  It was this poem, BTW, that begins with the line "This is no country for old men." And has several other immortal phrases, too.
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Went to six-month appointment with kidney doc this afternoon. It looks very much like we can't go on with these UTIs developing ever-more resistant bacteria, so we are proceeding to talk to a surgeon again about getting the useless old bad old stupid calcified shrunken cystic kidneys taken out, on the assumption that they are harboring infection.  There is a type of cystoscopy that could give more information, maybe, so we are trying to get that going.  I feel optimistic about this, since it might mean I could feel more well and healthy down the road. I don't know how many surgeries I've had now, and I'm pretty blase about them.

For the appointment I decided to dress up by wearing "real shoes" instead of my Avias.  This is it, folks, as dressy as it gets when you've had several stress fractures in your feet and must wear good (as opposed to pretty) shoes to protect them.  The adorable Mary Janes below are leather, not mesh and rubber and a lot of engineering. The autumn leaf socks were a special touch due to by poor sock laundry management.  I really need some Easter socks.














p.s. My ankles are not that fat - it's the perspective.

7 comments:

  1. Love those Mary Janes! Beautiful and sensible. Sending good thoughts to you and your team. Let's hear it for feeling better. Hard to appreciate how much energy and brain power feeling sick takes until you've been down then feel better.

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  2. Easter Socks would be a good title for a poem.

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  3. Glad to hear you're feeling better. I heard sitting in the sauna cures lots of things. I sit in it for about 30 min everyday and I love it! I listen to dharma talks and drink water. What do you think?

    Maybe today I'll drink cucumber water.

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    1. Sitting in the sauna dehydrating? I've done it - it's not for me and seems vaguely unhealthy. But nobody knows your path but you. Steam bath maybe, and soak in dharma moistly relaxing, yes.

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  4. I wear my running shoes all the time! I don't know what I have that truly passes for good shoes---maybe nothing! I've got running shoes, or I've got shoes that'll look okay at some fusty function. Glad you're feeling optimistic. I hope this solves the problem, because, damn it woman: you've had enough!

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  5. Comfortable shoes are a serious matter! We've got a shoe store in Austin, TX that sells very, very comfortable shoes that look pretty good, but they tend to be very, very expensive. I have a kind of arthritis and have worn Clarks for a few years. However, they seem to have less shoes with lower heels now. I wish heel height and good looks weren't married the way they seem to be.

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    1. I bought my first pair of Clarks sandals at a store in La Jolla devoted to nothing but sandals - an idea that delighted me. They were blue suede, and when I wore them out I replaced them. But now I just have to wear my custom insoles and the really good support of good athletic shoes. However, I have gotten away with the Mary Janes a couple of times - maybe I'll rethink getting a new pair of Clarks. Face it, clothes are one of the perqs of the lay life, as opposed to the monastic.

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