Well, dear readers, it is time to ask the age-old eternal question: Do feet grow? Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, do feet grow? I don’t mean when you’re a child do your feet grow, we all know children’s feet grow into adult clodhoppers. No, I’m talking about adult feet – do adult feet grow? I ask this question because yesterday I happened to buy some shoes. Yesterday was a shoe day, buying-wise, and so I moseyed on over to the mall in the Oaks of Sherman to find some new shoes since my old shoes were way old and falling apart, especially my running shoes. So, first I went to the Foot Locker where they don’t actually sell either feet or lockers, but shoes and accouterments. Since I wasn’t in the market for accouterments I chose shoes. First up, I wanted to find new running shoes. So, a nice man took me to the running shoe place for Nike, his favorite brand. There he recommended a running shoe so I said fine. Then it transpired that he didn’t have a size 10, which is my shoe size, in the color white, and did I want 10.5. I said that would be too big for my size 10 clodhoppers so I had him bring me the black version in size 10. I tried them on and much to my surprise they were simply too snug, tight even. Now, I wasn’t aware that adult Jewish feet could grow, and yet these here size 10s were simply too snug. So, I had him bring me the white ones in size 10.5 and voila they fit perfectly. I was baffled.
Then I chose a pair of walking shoes and those size 10s fit perfectly. I was baffled. Then I paid for the two pairs of shoes, then went to Macy’s shoe department to buy some shoes (brown) for the Kritzerland shows, as I’m quite bored of wearing my fifteen-year-old black loafers. I found a pair that was kind of a chocolate brown that didn’t have them damn pointy toes that I cannot abide. They brought me a size 10 and lo and behold and behold and lo they were too damn snug, so out came the 10.5s and those were better, although I could get into neither pair without the aid of a device called a shoe horn.
When I came home I Googled the running shoe I’d bought – it is one of the most popular running shoes there is – and I read several reviews of said shoe and guess what they all said – they all said the shoe runs small, i.e. you’ll need to go up a half size, which is, I assume, also the case with the chocolate brown shoe. So now I have me three pairs of new shoes on my size 10 feet that did not grow – thank goodness that mystery has been solved because for it to remain unsolved would be heinous. Here are some actual photographs of my three new pairs of shoes – did you know that if you rearranged the word pairs you get Paris? Just asking. First up, the new and very popular running shoes.
Next up, the new walking shoe.
And finally, the new shoes for Kritzerland, the chocolate brown shoe.
Aren’t those lovely shoes? I came home from the shoe shopping excursion and immediately did a three-and-a-half mile jog in the new running shoes. First off, these are so much better than the heavy shoes I’ve been running in – these are light, but have great support, good bounce, and they fit well – and it’s much easier to run in them, but it does take some getting used to. I like them very much.
Prior to that, I’d gotten seven-and-a-half hours of sleep, I got up, answered e-mails, had telephonic conversations, printed out a few orders, and then went and had some eggs, bacon, and rye toast, along with some fruit. Then I picked up a little package, then came home. I did some work on the computer, had more telephonic conversations, and happily the Indiegogo campaign jumped up to 95%, so only $175 left to achieve our goal, and then we will hopefully surpass it and cover both the Indiegogo fees and the Paypal fees. And we have ten days left to do that – so I will begin the Big Push on Friday and hopefully will get it as high as we can get it. Then I did all the shoe stuff and the jog.
Post jog, I watched a little of a motion picture on the Flix of Net entitled Nevada Smith. I’ve never actually seen it all the way through and I’m enjoying it. Then I had a little meal and meeting at ten. Since I’d only eaten the bacon and eggs and I jogged three-and-a-half miles, I felt I could afford to have a ham and Swiss on rye – it was very good, and I looked up the calories – about 450 to 500 so perfectly fine. The meeting went well and I came home.
Today, I’ll do more writing, eat, hopefully pick up packages, jog, then we have our second Kritzerland rehearsal. Just prior to that, the Shermans are coming over with their granddaughter Amanda, who’s going to sing for me. I’m told she’s very talented, so I’m looking forward to that.
Tomorrow is unknown to me, other than finishing liner notes and then finessing commentary. One fascinating thing I say in the commentary concerns my recording of Lucky Stiff. Obviously I took it out and listened to it, and in looking at the booklet I found a rather amazing credit. One number in the show has tap dancing and I’d forgotten that we brought in two dancers to do that. Would you like to know who they were? Rob Ashford and Casey Nicholow, two of the busiest director/choreographers working today. Who knew? Saturday is our stumble-through, and Sunday is sound check and show – we’re convening earlier than usual for sound check because that’s the first time I’ll see Cathy Rigby and company.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, write, eat, hopefully pick up packages, jog, and have a rehearsal. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite films of Mr. Steve McQueen? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have the answer to the age-old eternal question: Do feet grow? No, they do not. But shoes, on the other hand, run small or large and confuse everyone and everything.