STELLLLLLLAH!!!!!!!!!!!

The Fall storm moved in this morning—the sky was fairly clean when I burst out the door this morning as I headed for my train and it was still fairly warm but by the time I got off the train at my downtown stop there was enough morning light to highlight a dastardly bank of clouds to the South and East and the the organized them selves into a storm. And you know, the temperature is not cold but the temperature looks cold and the appearance of cool is all that I need.

I knew the storm was coming in so I dressed appropriately my new boots, and long shirt and my hood. The weather guy is calling for rain off and on all day if not all week long., so I also carrying my new rain poncho and Dianne sleepily told me if I saw rain on my train trip home to give her a call and she will meet me at the train station. So I guess I am covered no matter what. My life now just feels cold I actually plugged in the little space heater under the riffed operator's desk and wore my hood a good part of the morning. I am going to be cold for the rest of the year into Spring.

So you all know how I hate change. Change is such a disruption, I call it Old Mans Disease (OMD), anything which make me cranky we now cal OMD my newest symptom is a sever outbreak of new shoes! Dianne recently ordered a pair of new shoes, boots really she figured I would need for the coming Winter. These boots are similar to my last pair of senior shoes—those shoes with Velcro closure –except the boot are have higher sides which , actually, aid in keeping the snow out of my shoes when th snow does fly. I have not not given up the first pair of Velcros it's just hard to keep these shoes on my feet since the stitching has started coming loose make them impossible to stay on my feet in fits of spasticity. I was kinda surprised when the shoes showed up at the house this weekend. I tried them without socks and they were OK, but his morning I decided to put the shoes to the test and wear them all day long. So this morning, the challenge was not only getting m,y socks on independently but my shoes too-- this was a time consuming task but I was able to pull the whole operation off, get breakfast and still get out the door in time to catch the train into the city.

The first few minutes, hours were rough with pain and discomfort trying to get some used to these new shoes but as the morning wore on so did the shoes and now they are feeling pretty OK—not great mind you but survivable. To my major surprise the cynics at the office were impressed with the new boot, they called them, motorcycle boots which actually made me feel so very much better. Motorcycle boots has kind of a cool feel to them now I just have to get a black leather jacket with, chain,buckles and studs as in Street Car Named Desire ...I'll be so cool.