Not technically, of course, as the search was for boots (see previous entry). A nice Royal Gala would not go amiss at this particular moment, though, now that I think of it. Or a good Bosc pear. But, I am straying off topic.
No, the tiresome trek from store to store and mall to mall with my tireless buddy, Carin, proved to be nothing more than a waste of time and gas (of the automotive variety). Oh, sure, I had the excruciating experience of easing numerous pairs of not-even-close-to-what-I'm-looking-for boots over my extremely painful foot joint but the fun was short-lived. In every single case, I limped out of the store empty-handed and un-booted. In the shoddiest sense of the word. Or would that be in the least shoddy sense of the word. No matter. Bottom line - I was unsuccessful. Blows.
Now if only I were in Montreal - wait while I twitch my nose. Nothing. An incipient sneeze, maybe, but nothing more. Still here. Still without boots. Well, boot shopping in Montreal has now officially been entered on my 'to do' list, though I will waive my rhapsody until such time as the excursion takes place.
There are some more hideous grammar manglings but they will have to wait. It's not as if they are going to disappear. Sadly.
I blog off, then, sans boots.
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