Feet 5

(Just to stretch out the agony of your wait for the conclusion of the "Odyssey" series (and to make certain the conclusion, for which you'll have waited so long, will be maximally unsatisfying), today I've posted the next installment of "Feet", a series we last visited in late December.)


(Feet 1 -- http://blogs.chortle.co.uk/andrewjlederer/2006/11/30/feet_1)
(Feet 2 -- http://blogs.chortle.co.uk/andrewjlederer/2006/12/09/feet_5)
(Feet 3 -- http://blogs.chortle.co.uk/andrewjlederer/2006/12/11/feet_8)
(Feet 4 -- http://blogs.chortle.co.uk/andrewjlederer/2006/12/30/feet_9)

Well, this new entity borne of man and shoe wasn't going to dominate the world of movement through the force of my will alone. Someday, there had to be some sort of contribution from the shoe .

The answer seemed enticingly simple: By buying progressively smaller shoes when I needed and/or could afford them, I would get progressively closer to the day when my pedal extremities would no longer find a vast, lonely expanse surrounding them.

On that day, man and shoe would be one and their name one.

Thus, not even a decade after the adventure began, my feet entered a new age in which they would no longer have to ponder the limits of their world.

I now had purchased shoes that were too small.

They were too tight.

My feet hurt.

And this on a night when I was to perform as part of a 1920s-style (sort-of) musical duo called "The Merry Metronomes" (yes, we were being funny) in a small theater in Hollywood. One of the act's highlights was my goofy hula during the song, "Honolulu Baby".

But I was in pain.

I could barely move.

The whimsy was gone.

We were not a hit.

To Be Continued

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9 February, 2007 @ 17:36 GMT
http://blogs.chortle.co.uk/andrewjlederer