Saturday, November 5, 2016
A Wrecked Shoe
Last weekend, Olga and I came across this battered athletic shoe discarded on Hampstead Heath. It looks like it lived fast and hard, like James Dean or Edie Sedgwick. I like how whoever repaired it with tape at least thought to color-coordinate.
I'm having a bit of a busy morning, trying to get my French homework done before class, get the dog walked and get myself appropriately groomed to leave the house. Thanks for all the thoughtful comments on my post yesterday; I'm sorry I have to leave my followup, for the moment, to just this cursory acknowledgement because it is a complicated subject.
Last night, Dave and I watched Michael Moore do a standup show in Ohio called "Michael Moore in Trumpland." We got it on iTunes. It was entertaining but it seemed apparent to me, after a while, that although Moore specifically invited Trump supporters, most of the people in the audience were not! Maybe it's unrealistic to expect Trump supporters to attend a Michael Moore comedy show. I enjoyed it, but I think Dave expected something with a more documentary flavor. Just think -- four days from now, this election will be over! Whew!
Oh, and Dave and I got some shocking news last night via e-mail. Remember our disagreeable dog boarder? The one we stopped using because she kept badgering us to buy things? Well, apparently she died unexpectedly and the business is closing. I have no idea what happened. Even though we'd stopped going there I'm sorry to hear that dramatic news.