Still life with Boots
STABILicers Lite "Studded Snow Tires for your Feet" (or, if you prefer it en Francais: "Des Pneus Cloutes pour vos pieds"). These delightful inventions are simply steel cleats imbedded into stretchy rubber things that fit over one's shoes.
Oh, la la! Mes pieds are so, so HAPPY! And so are my wrists, my elbows, my butt, my head, AND my husband, who no longer has to listen to me sob inconsolably every time I slip and fall on the ice. Because with my new studs I feel no fear. I walk on ice, and I sneer at it. I call it names, and it remains powerless to toss me onto my tush.
The weather, she is a devil lately - first it rained (flood watch levels of torrential downpour) and then it froze, and THEN it snowed. Hooeeeee. It is a lot for this Californian to take in. But fortunately, it is warm and cozy in our straw bale cottage. We sit by the roaring fire, dozing dog at our feet, belligerent cat racing around like the ball of energy that he is, and Kurt reads aloud from our current favorite book Endangered Pleasures: In Defense of Naps, Bacon, Martinis, Profanity, and Other Indulgences by Barbara Holland.
(Don't try to "look inside" - I stole this photo from Amazon. But don't tell them, ok?)
In the preface (just to set the stage for you), she begins: