It's Labour Day to-day, and I'm writing all Britishly for no reason. To-day we are going to El Paso to buy plimsolls at an outlet. Plimsolls are little British sports shoes.
We went at 11:30 and bought our raw milk first. I was sleeping by this time. I always sleep whenever we go to El Paso. when I woke up, my right foot was sleeping, and H's head was lying at my bottom. I wanted to give my foot some time to cool off and wake up, but I had to get out. So I got out and my foot vibrated horribly, and it made me walk funny. It was awful. Someone shoulda shaken the blood to keep that foot awake.
We went to a shoe shop and waited for Abi to park somewhere. Ummi needed shoes for a reason, and S's old fancy shoes that were three years old were gettin' worn out and looked like they'd been tortured severely by the weight of S's feet. We finally bought shoes for S at a green store which shall be known now as, "The Green Footwear Store Whose Inhabitants Constantly Stare." S bought some black shoes that were made of velvet and had two belt buckle thingies at the toes. At a store called Clark's, Ummi bought something and then she called me, who'd been sitting patiently on a bench outside the store beside H and Z.
Ummi found some shoes for me and while I tried the one she offered, she vandalized the shelves and threw random shoes down at me. To Abi she said, "I think she is going to find something here."
I DID FIND SOMETHING. I FOUND MAJESTIC GREEK SHOES THAT WERE TOO OLD-FASHIONED BY THE WORDS OF S, BUT I DIDN'T CARE. FOR NOW I HAD A PAIR OF PRIM SHOES AND A PAIR OF SPORTS SHOES. NO MORE BORING OLD GRAY SNEAKERS WITH THE N ON THEM.
Then we went home. And I'm hungry and tired. The worst combination of conditions is cold, tired & hungry. S could be Cold, I would be Tired, and H would be Hungry. That seems fitting. Now that a September 2nd post has been posted, I can wait for Maghrib to come.
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