thoughts on the boots

All day, today, I told myself I was going to accomplish two things: rework the weekly calendar of meetings and write a post about the boots.
Now it's 9:00 and I haven't really done either.
I've done preliminary calendar work but need to speak to people who weren't in the office today and I never even dipped my toe into blog world.
As you cannot help me with the weekly calendar of meetings, let's discuss the boots.
Turns out, leaving a post up for a few days encourages commenting. And not everyone was in favor of the boots. The boots which are now on my feet.



I went through a lengthy process before gazing longingly at these boots. Originally, I had wanted suede boots, and I'd still like a pair of slouchy ones, in grey. But I'd kill suede boots the first time I wore them walking to my office this winter as the streets get covered in salt. Leather boots can be cleaned an polished. I'm also not sure my thick little legs need slouchy material to bulk them up. I considered wedge heel boots too but realized they might not be comfortable for the whole day without a platform and I wasn't sure I wanted platform boots. I've been wanting riding boots for a few years but wanted something slightly edgier. And I didn't want to pay $300 for them either.


   

The zipper keeps them interesting, the leather makes them sturdy, the price was right, they aren't too trendy and I think they'll be comfortable.
So.

Other news from the nest?
Oldest (who is a licensed tattoo artist) is apprenticing at a tattoo parlor and is very excited. I have noticed, of late, that his style of artwork is very popular in the tattoo world. Now someone else has noticed too. He's busy and happy.

Today was Youngest's first day of school. He texted that his literature class was "epically awesome" but is concerned about calculus. I took a picture of him on the front porch, as I do every year on the first day, my last student, looking tall and handsome.

Then, I sat, on the train, next to a lady who told me about her son who was tempted by a job offer during his first year at college. He decided to stay in school. We mused over the choices and talked about Steve Jobs and his college choices (he dropped out but continued to attend typography classes) and I found myself pleased with having chatted with her. (As you know, I am not terribly tolerant of my fellow commuters.) She teased that we'd see each other coming home and I looked for her but didn't spot her in the crowd.
I'll watch for her tomorrow.

The windows are open. It's nice and cool. Boot weather.