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Went out this morning to find new sneakers for walking (and maybe even learning to run...? I hate the thought, but I'm going to try to work up to it so that if I have to run for another plane, as we did on the trip to England, I won't have shin splints for days afterward, hopefully.) and I found some that seem like they'll do, but they're $100 and the ugliest things EVER. I found them at Bean's so Eor's discount will help on the price, but still, it hurts me. And nothing can be done about the ugly. White with silver plastic accents and bits of light blue here and there. *gag* It's that sort of thing that makes me revert to a teen years with an urge to take a big black marker to a new pair of shoes. So, I don't know.

When I got home there was a message on the answering machine from Cousin S. letting me know her sister passed away. I called her back and listened to her on how surprising this was, even though she knew it was coming (Cousin K., her sister, had liver cancer, I believe) (And is it English which is limited, or just my understanding of it, that I couldn't come up with another word besides 'surprise'? That doesn't really fit at all.), and told her I loved her. Which I feel I do, even though we only reconnected at her father's memorial service barely over a month ago, after not knowing where she was for years. I never forgot about her during that time, even though probably the entire previous interaction we'd had was a few hours over one evening when we were in (or possibly just out) of high school. Poor dear, she hasn't had an easy life, and she seems like such a goodhearted person, and to lose her father and sister so close together... ow.

And poor Cousin K. She was younger than me, only about forty years old - she leaves two young kids and a husband. I wonder if she ever had the opportunity to be herself, between being raised by controlling parents and getting married.

Ick, I need to eat and shower and get my butt out of here, now!