Neanderpundit

have arrived. Danner Desert Acadias. Nice boots.

I got 12 EE. Widest the had in my length. Still feel narrow. On the tother hand, I am told by some that they need to fit snugly or I’ll have trouble. The 12 EE’s I tried on in the store fit a bit differently, but I’m gonna walk around in them a bit and see. They still felt OK after a mile, and no bad pain, so maybe I actually need the fit and support, and the “loose” shoes I’ve been buying have actually been hurting my feet.

One way or another, a damned nicely made pair of boots.

Had a big handful of black jellybeans yesterday, my favorite Easter food. Happy it only comes onece a year because it dyes your crap a startling green, which is a shocker fort the couple milliseconds before you realize what caused it.

Now, since the surgery, I have had a couple of moments of personal discomfort that relate to having eaten too much too fast. If you do, your stomach produces acid, the food has no place to go.

So up it comes, and good riddance, too. It’s painful, and scary.

The title of the post refers to this:

I have a tendency to eat in some pretty strange places. A lot of places that make a Waffle House seem like Mortons. I do this, not because I have no respect for my stomach, but because I like to try new and different things. Sometimes, the best new things are at shitty little holes in the wall.

So I’m at this shitty little hole in the wall. I’m eating a meal I’m going to try to duplicate- a sort of eggplant torta, made in a cake ring. And a piece of pasta goes down without being adequately chewed.

In no time at all, it’s causing me a great deal of discomfort. People with weak stomachs might not want to read any more. Continue Reading »