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Friday, August 12, 2005

Various items on the eve of departure:   Today I saw an obese woman at Target buying a copy of Frenchwomen Don’t Get Fat.  I felt immense compassion for her.  I just wanted to say “I know. I know how it happened, why it happened.  You were born in the wrong time, in the wrong place, under the wrong star.”  Yet she still has hope, and maybe there’ll still be enough time for what she learns in that book to help her in her quest. This evening I finished watching A Very Long Engagement.  Couldn’t take it all in in one draught.  I had no idea the domestic story was filmed on the windy, rocky shores of Brittany.  It seemed a large coincidence, of all the movies I could have rented from Netflix, to have this one arrive and give me a glimpse of a landscape I’ll be seeing in just a few days.  I fly to England on Sunday, but then soon after will be taking the ferry across the English channel form Portsmouth to Saint Malo.  From there I’ll head south, towards the Côte de Granit Rose.  Kipp is very concerned about my taking the ferry.  He thinks it's going to be the Titanic all over again.  I told him icebergs were not in the picture. I almost failed on the all-purpose shoe front. I ordered a pair of shoes from Zappo’s, as some of you suggested, but when they arrived, they did not fit. Then I completely balked at having to drive to the Twin Cities just to look for shoes. Turns out I didn’t have to. I happened to stumble across the last and only pair of a size 8 beige Born slide, right here in Red Wing (on sale, even!). They're very comfortable, with good arch support, and I've been padding around in them to break them in, although no real breaking seems to be required. The advantage of shopping in a small town is that you never have to dither very much over choices. I figure if a shoe makes its way through the world to me, right here, in the place where I live, then it was meant to be.    Now I am tired, full of journey pride, which I think is really just nerves.  But how many times in my life have I had this same case of the jitters and it always augurs well.  In this case I think I’m going to need all the good foreshadowing I can get, since I happened to book my plane ticket on Northwest Airlines.  The mechanics aren’t scheduled to strike before I depart.  Getting home, on the other hand, may be a problem. But at least I’ll be staying with friends so if there is a delay, it won’t cost a fortune in extra lodging.    comment []11:46:37 PM

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