I have made a Momentous Decision:
I am not going to blog about brussel sprouts.
That doesn’t mean I am not still obsessing over brussel sprouts and the sprouty going-ons of the past 10 months, but simply that I won’t be airing my thoughts here .. just yet. Perhaps one day soon I shall wax beautiful e-poetry about brussel sprouts and how they gone done me wrong (I walk a fine between miss and mistrust), but it shan’t be today.
Instead, today will be about feet.
I am seriously worried about my ability to do as much exploring in the UK as we have planned. My feet, while miles better than they were several years ago, are still finicky appendages of doom. I had my heart set on repairing my favourite (and most comfortable) black boots, but that effort imploded in a fiery ball of terrible customer service and frustration. An entire weekend spent searching for an adequate replacement ended in tears, and I am at a loss. All the shoes I have are fine for work or mild walking adventures, but there’s nothing I can wear to explore a new city that won’t leave me in agony at the end of the day. What am I gonna do? The best I can hope for is to lessen the inevitable pain, but even that seems unlikely at the moment. I am frustrated, annoyed and worried. I have vast amounts of envy for people who can wear whatever shoes they want without having to literally plan their day around the amount of time they’ll have to spend on their feet. I loathe my broken feet. I would like to punch them, but that will probably make things worse.
Still, my non-stop worrying about feet and brussel sprouts can’t mask my excitement at being only 12 SLEEPS from our trip to London. I can’t *wait*. Adventure! Friends! Two whole new countries to be inappropriate in! Squeeee! Even if I’m gonna hurt, it’s going to be SO FUN.