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An Estival Farewell

Summer is officially gone.  The trees are brown, the sun is orange gold and I wear sweatshirts to bed at night.  In homage to one of my most insane and busy summers ever I present to you the cream of my collection of Parisian sunbathers.  Toward the end of the summer - late july, early august - I began to see more and more sunbathers around town.  They were everywhere in various states of undress - park benches, stairs, chairs by the fountains, sidewalks, and grassy knolls.  And I became a shameless voyeur, recording their whereabouts gratefully undetected. I hope you enjoy the fruits of my voyeuristic labors.

Genies On My Feet

I picked up these beauties while completing my obligatory visit to the Walmart in Southern Shores, NC.  They’re slippers, but they’re also mops.  Genius, huh?  Little mops for my little feet.  So I’m testing them out today as i putter around the house, unpacking, cleaning, writing, smoking  . . .

The packaging specifies that slipper genie is not a toy (it is a serious cleaning product, you see), they are not to be used to slide across the floor ala Risky Business, and they are not to be used if one’s balance is unstable.  I think I’ll break all these rules to truly put them to the test.  I will: dance in them, jet myself across the living room clad solely in my underpants and a pair of sunglasses in imitation of a young Tom Cruise, and I will continue to wear them even after downing too much 1664.  Slipper Genie?  Slipper joy.