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Foot for thought
The �cookout� on Saturday was odd and check it out: no one went in the pool! Everyone secretly fears the Doughboy!* The food was better this time around, but there was no meal planning which I found sort of strange. We just kind of grazed for hours and hours with no clear beginning or middle but definitely a well-defined and sugary end: dessert. Not that I need my meals to follow a clear narrative arc or anything. I�m just happy if they end on a sweet note, and if that sweet note has to be a supermarket strawberry shortcake then ok, I�ll eat that. Beggars can�t be choosers. We brought our famous Rodney King dip, corn on the cob for the bbq, and spicy Italian sausages from a well-known deli. Next time I will also bring dessert. I love that even when I�m a guest at a bbq, I have to bring one item for each course. It�s partly that I�m a control freak, but mostly (I think) that I can�t tolerate food-centric events like �cookouts� if the food is less than stellar. I don�t know if it�s a French thing, or something from my crazy family, but all events involving people and food must feature extraordinarily delicious food. If it isn�t homemade, then it must come from a very special bakery/creamery/wine shop/produce market/deli, the kind of place you don�t go to every day. Why have a party if you�re not going to go overboard and spoil everyone? And now for something completely different: it has been two months TO THE DAY! since I had my foot operation. The scar is healing very nicely, and my foot is no longer freakishly deformed. In fact, just as Dr K predicted, my right foot now looks bizarre in comparison! :: Progress :: This is what the side of my left foot looked like on June 9, 2005 
This is what the side of my left foot looks like today, 2 months post-op. The scar gets tinier and fainter every day and I will soon trade the Puma trainers for something more fashionable. I cannot wait to get myself some new winter boots! 
Soldes de Janvier, here I come!
* By the way, I described the pool to Mr Bingo, telling him that it was just an outdoor bathtub and he exclaimed, �That is not a pool! How are you supposed to �lounge by the pool� and �dip your toes in the pool� if there�s no edge?�
8:59 a.m. - 2005-08-09
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