whew

we made it!  The month of February is gone and aside from a souvenir Tintin book from Portland, we were true to the spirit of the fast.  I initially had to will myself away from the fabric store, and avoid Anthropology's neighborhood like the plague.  Darn the Gap and all its subsidiaries for sending me coupons and enticements throughout the month of February.  But I resisted.  And now I'd really like some new shoes.

These shoes, strangely enough, were left behind at the zoo's playground.  How is it that somebody can leave without noticing that they're missing one of their pair?  Maybe they, too, are on a fast and it's the only way to convince their mother to buy them a new pair of shoes. . .