A year ago, I brought back a cheap pair of boots from the United States. The puppy found them great fun to chew on. The tongue on the right is mostly destroyed, and the backs of both have suffered as well. That’s unfortunate, but not sad. In general, I can’t find shoes my size here, and when I do, they’re anything but cheap. Again, unfortunate, but not sad. In addition to the structure of the shoes, Mocha apparently finds the laces to have a lovely…Continue Reading “Sad.”
While waiting for the repair guy coming to replace the heating element (resistencia) in our water heater, I took a picture of my flip-flops. They’ve lasted at least a year and yes, the grass is showing through the right heal. I often have to wait outside to wave people down, since my telephone explanations of how to get here are remarkably and consistently misunderstood. Today’s communications snafu also started on the wrong foot, as I didn’t really know how to answer an incoming call on my…Continue Reading “Worn out, burned out”
At some point, recovering from a stupidly self-inflected shoulder injury, experiencing rare back pain, and having heel pain — all on the right side — I decided to go to an osteopath recommended by several people. I didn’t particularly like her. On the third visit, she was inflicting more pain than usual, and I asked what she was working on. The psoas, she replied. Oh, I said, there are two of them, aren‘t there? — Yes, she said, one on the left and one on the right. Red flag!…Continue Reading “Custom shoe inserts”
I cut the tags off a new shirt and spotted something that looked like it must be writing, but seemed too impossibly small. Sure enough. No clue why. Another of life’s little mysteries.
Greeters at La Corte restaurant in Montevideo.