All The Colours; Nice Boots
As you may remember, Ken and I recently took a trip out East. What was the purpose of the trip, you ask? To see the colours, of course. I’m not sure if people in other countries do this, but in Canada, we will literally drive hundreds of kilometres to see the fall colours and ooh and ahh over the reds, oranges, and yellows, where once it was only green. So I don’t know if it’s something peculiar to Canadians, but here, it’s considered completely normal to drive around all day taking pictures of trees in the fall. So that’s what Ken and I did a week and a half ago, having spent a lot of money to fly to another province and rent a car. Then immediately after we came back home, OUR colours had started to change, and we could see them for free. This of course means any time we go out, we have to plan a country route, and I drive so that Ken can take pictures like these:
In other news, I had to have an ultrasound guided needle biopsy on my swollen and painful collarbone joint. But I’m not going to talk about THAT as much as this:
Nurse: So I’ve just checked and these gloves and bandages are latex-free—oh my gosh, I love your boots!
Me: Thanks! I just got them!
Nurse: They’re adorable!
Ultrasound technician (walks into the room): What’s adorable? Oh, those boots! They have embroidery on them!
Me: I know! It’s the first time I’ve worn them!
And we all oohed and ahhed over my boots like they were the fall colours until the surgeon came in. He, on the other hand (or foot), was not impressed by my boots, if the way he stabbed me full of lidocaine was any indication.
In other other news, I’m currently doing a book event, sitting outside a book store with my books, smiling at people and hoping they buy one. And it would be so nice except I’m in a mall right across from a seating area, and there are these two old Muppets who’ve been there all morning and haven’t stopped loudly complaining to each other about anything and everything the entire time. Seriously, Statler and Waldorf—go the f*ck home, or at least buy a book! Maybe I should show THEM my new boots…


