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I went to a nearby shoe store today in the long-shot hope of boots. The salesman was both helpful and informative, but had nothing that fit me (a lot of shoe companies don't even make things in my size, and in the wonders of modern capitalism, if it's snowing steadily, the stores are full of spring stuff). He did, however, suggest that if my feet were suddenly colder and the boots didn't leak, I might have too little air circulating, or be cutting off my blood circulation. He suggested not wearing too-thick socks. I will be cautious about how I lace and tie the boots (they tend to loosen as I wear them, so the temptation is to start with them as tight as is practical), and not try to tuck my pants into them. If that works, I will be set at least until spring, possibly for a few years. (Knowing that the best time to get boots is around October only works if you realize in October that you need new boots. If being careful about lacing etc. doesn't work, I am going to put "buy boots" in the Palm for October.)
On the way home, I stopped at a local florist, and bought![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cattitude roses. I thought about getting just yellow roses, but instead got a pre-made bouquet of yellow, orange, red, and purple. He was especially pleased with the purple. (I had somehow gotten out of the habit of buying him flowers; when I realized this, I decided to do something about it.)
Just now, he stopped at the restaurant/cafe downstairs and got cannoli, at my request. Cannoli filled to order are a Good Thing, one of those good things that makes you impatient with the inferior version. Many an otherwise good cafe fills the cannoli ahead of time. Once filled, the shells start getting soggy. When I worked at ACM, I often walked over to Ninth Avenue to get lunch; there's a place on Ninth around 46th Street that, among other things, does cannoli right, with or without chocolate chips. (Pozzo's Bakery, closed Sundays.)
On the way home, I stopped at a local florist, and bought
cattitude roses. I thought about getting just yellow roses, but instead got a pre-made bouquet of yellow, orange, red, and purple. He was especially pleased with the purple. (I had somehow gotten out of the habit of buying him flowers; when I realized this, I decided to do something about it.)Just now, he stopped at the restaurant/cafe downstairs and got cannoli, at my request. Cannoli filled to order are a Good Thing, one of those good things that makes you impatient with the inferior version. Many an otherwise good cafe fills the cannoli ahead of time. Once filled, the shells start getting soggy. When I worked at ACM, I often walked over to Ninth Avenue to get lunch; there's a place on Ninth around 46th Street that, among other things, does cannoli right, with or without chocolate chips. (Pozzo's Bakery, closed Sundays.)