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> From: "Fred Pollack"
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> Sent: Friday, July 01, 2005 10:00 PM
> Subject: found poem drawn from recent list entries
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> >I damn well intend to use this:
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> Feel free, Fred! And maybe you'd like to take the damn' feet as well, if I
> can only get a pair that seem to be the same shape as those of every other
> woman under 80. Honestly, ever since I was in my twenties I have had feet
> that were only comfortable in shoes like the Queen Mother's! Thank heaven
> for Dr Scholl, say I.
>
> joanna
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>
It was not until I got married that I understood: shoes are more important than anything. Previous women (in Northern California) wore rags above, flip-flops or birkenstocks below. I do not want to boast about my wife's armory. Or her commitment. Suffice it to say that she also has a collection of little ceramic shoes - they line a windowledge. Many of them look very strange to me but she says she would cheerfully kill for real versions of any . When we moved into our present house and unpacked her shoes I - on my own initiative - opened the Ikea catalogue and found a Modular Shoe Storage Unit. Bought three of them, and, when they were delivered, assembled them vertically. Note: am not generally handy, but this was love. Cleared the ceiling by three inches. Wife was overwhelmed. Every rack full. We call it the Imelda Memorial Tower.
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