The spoon article was pretty painful.

I'm continually telling BEGGING my Mother to remember that her jar of beans is only half-full at the beginning of the day and that if she makes decisions with that in mind she can choose to not do less important things, she can simplify her life... like the fucking dishes. Sighhh...

Before she moved in with her sister she had two sets. She had an enormous set of heavy stoneware and a small set of light Correlle. Guess which one she used until they were all dirty and piled high. Because they're PRETTY! Because she LIKES THEM! I promise you, its the breakable ones that got shoved in the fridge with three bites of leftovers on them turning to rocks. Guess which ones she COULD rinse off herself and not trash the kitchen when she's too exhausted or spasamed to stand at the counter or even bend to lift them in and out of the dishwasher ... oh, but they're not as nice. (God forbid she switch to PAPER when she flares up.)

And I'd beg. And she'd say "It's MY LIFE! These are MY DECISIONS to make!" as I'd dig out her kitchen for the umpteenth time.

Agh. I don't know how she and my aunt manage it. I haven't been to their place in Kentucky yet. I suspect that if I did go I'd reflexively walk in and start cleaning out the fridge.

I hope she's doing it better. I hope she's choosing her energy over her stuff. I'm not betting on it though.

In a way I admire that she's going to do what she wants to do no matter what... it just kills me when she makes herself miserable by doing so -- that messy kitchen depressed the shit out of her.

...I paused at this, thinking "aren't tramp shoes usually metallic? Or clear plastic? But, y'know, HEELS. Not flats...

If it is any comfort, I spent a moment trying to understand why you figured hobos would wear metallic or plastic shoes. And then "...Oh, 'tramp' has yet ANOTHER meaning!"

Now I'm imagining a wacky mixup at a bowling alley with a particularly diverse clientele.

Now I'm imagining a wacky mixup at a bowling alley with a particularly diverse clientele

Hah! I'm envisioning someone trying to throw an awesome hipster party, and various peoples not getting it. That would be even more awesome. A new sort of "Gypsies Tramps and Thieves"--Tramps, Tramps, and Trampolines!

I totally thought hobo, and was super-curious what kind of shoes they would wear!

It's 7 am and I've sent out 2 resumes and cover letters for subbing. Go team me!

I totally thought hobo, and was super-curious what kind of shoes they would wear!

According to the hobo collectibles I've seen, clownishly large, with the soles coming off and flapping in the front. Not metallic.

So, not so practical for back-up shoes, is what you're saying? Huh.

Well, they are well-ventilated.

Dampish. I vote No.

tiggy, they're Dr. Scholl's--I saw them for sale at Walgreens. Also for sale at Walmart.