Hellman reminded me that I should show you all my newest kicks. Click on photo for a larger image if you are so inclined. I just had to post this shot (and not a closer-up one) because in it you can also see the fire truck that drove away moments later.
The reason for the fire truck sitting outside my window is that there is a house burning down around the corner. I saw all the trucks coming when I pulled up after work... all the neighbors were starting to porchlook and even meander down the sidewalk aways to congregate across the street and watch... what? Watch a house burning down, and the fire guys trying to stop it, I guess.
I must admit I got caught up in the hysteria for a moment - but hysteria is the wrong word, 'cos it was wierdly quiet as I gritty crunched across the muddy snowmelty curb and stepped between all the trucks and cop cars with spinning silent lights... over the fat giant firehose in the middle of the street... and paused at the end of the corner, keys in hand, purse slung over shoulder, shielding my eyes from the sun... and watched the smoke pour out and the men in their headsocks and heavy boots do their thing... it was real quiet.
I think I really just wanted to share a moment with my neighbors, none of whom I know. But... I didn't know how. So I just sort of stood there alone on the corner for a minute... then I came home. I don't know if they got the fire out or not. There are still trucks out there.
"Okay, but Mayim, why pray tell us are the sneakers sitting on the windowsill in the first place?"
Well, thats easy enough to answer. They're suede (I know, I'm a dumbass) so I sprayed them with some protecting stuff. By the window seemed like a good place to do it, as the procedure requires the following:
1) Ventilation
2) Not to be done near the kitchen floor, so as not to create a slick as hell surface upon which one subsequently slips and falls on her ass.
Just one more reason to hate silicone.
M
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