Well, she's back at it today--after a few minutes this morning at the doctor's office, my gall bladderless better half is once again part of the downtown office worker crew. I have been lonesome at lunch this week; she works about eight blocks away from me, and we usually eat lunch together. Since she has been recuperating at home the last few days, I've had to make-do without her.

Luckily, there is a large office building close by with a small retail mall (where, you may remember, I was introduced to the world of Clinique for Men at the Parisian department store) and food court, so I was able to eat and people-watch. All I have to say is that I sure will be glad when the current fashion of huge, clunky, Herman Munster platform shoes is over with. There was one young lady in particular who walked by so shakily that I thought she must have had prosthetic legs...until I saw her feet stuffed into some ugly black six-inch high slip-ons. When I was little, I had to wear a leg brace on my left leg that elevated my foot off the ground, and a built-up shoe on the right foot to balance me out. Why anyone would wear these by choice is beyond me! Anyway, lots of people around to watch, but I still missed my lunch buddy (who, by the way, would never wear ugly shoes).

I like her a whole lot.

Of course I love her, and I tell her every chance I get, but there's a lot to be said for liking somebody, too. And, to make it even better, I think she kind of likes me.
posted by Terry at 10:40:00 AM