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Quest for shoes

I have one simple and entirely reasonable requirement of sneakers: that they not hurt my feet.

The soles of my old sneakers have split and, since these are the air-filled kind, my sneakers have started wheezing. New sneakers are obviously in order and tonight we went out to get some. This process usually takes five minutes. I go to the store, try on the new version of my old sneakers, and buy them.

So we go to the store. I try on the new version of my old sneakers, and they hurt my feet! For some reason, Reebok moved the arch supports to someplace other than my arches. I tried on lots of sneakers. They all hurt my feet. I finally tried on a pair (that Oz liked because they were the same brand he wears) and they felt okay, but my right foot was hurting from all the bad shoes it had been thrust into. I bought them anyway. When I tried them on again at home, my right foot started hurting again because. These too were the shoes that were hurting my feet. It seems my right foot is wider than my left foot and these shoes weren't quite wide enough for my right foot.

Thus the shoe acquisition ordeal is not yet over. Oz, aka Imelda, likes shopping for shoes. I guess I'm glad one of us does.

Meanwhile, Oz obsesses over soccer.

Not only did he stay up last night to see Zidane's foul of Materazzi again, but he's been googling World Cup news for all the gossip. Oh, that's "sports commentary." He hit YouTube as well, and dug up all kinds of comic digital manipulations of the foul. Maybe he'll post a few links in a comment?

Meanwhile, my cat is drugged.

It's really weird. He's pretty groggy, but I think he's developing a little tolerance. The expression on his face is so … Sometimes he looks like a completely different cat. But not a biting cat.

Meanwhile, we got a photo-printer.

I've only printed out a few shots so far. It's kind of odd to see my photos on paper. I haven't seen a picture not on a computer screen since I last had a roll of film developed in 2000. I have a couple undeveloped rolls sitting on my desk that date back to then.