If only we had podiatry

adult orthoticsIt turns out that the feet are the window to the soul after all, everyone thought it was the eyes. Some idiot some time got it completely wrong. It’s best not to believe in that kind of garbage. The feet are for walking, not for souls, they have nothing to do with each other. I take good care of my feet because they are very important, not because I want people to see my soul better. I don’t have the balance I once did, but my feet are still sharp enough to walk through the lies that people tell at the nursing home. I think the staff are trying to get rid of me. I need to get back and have a visit with the podiatrist soon to maintain what mobility I have left. I have had to wear adult orthotics for the last 10 years every since my husband put me in a old people home. My husband said I was too cranky to live with, well raspberries to him because I am a lovely old lady. I had a good long talk to the Cheltenham podiatrist about what I could do to improve my balance. He suggested that we do some test to see if the orthotics are still what I need.

It is becoming difficult to go on my daily walk, don’t get me started on my prescriptions. They put in a nice new duck pond in the village I live. I will spend more time outdoors soon if I can manage. I will have to get go on some lovely walks in the harsh sun. You can’t trust many people these days but I can sure trust my podiatrist. I hope you’re having a lovely birthday Jeremy, say hi to your sister for me and don’t spend the cheque for $12 all at once. You should save up for something you like, like a ride on the big wheel when the carnival comes to town.

Disney on Ice

Last nIce skating Melbourneight we went to Disney on Ice with our kid. Yeah, I know, it’s a pretty standard, money-making tactic on behalf of yet another big corporation, exploiting their fans and their fame to sell us more things we don’t need. I understand all of that, and in an act of rebellion make a point of any watching pirated films (my own small, revolutionary move) but try explaining the problem with capitalism and consumerism to a six year old. The only thing he was interested in was seeing Goofy on the ice, not sitting through one of my lectures.

The show was fine I guess, which basically means that Ralfie seemed to be having a good time, but on the way home we ran into an entirely different problem. The first thing he said when he we got into the car to go home was “Daddy, can we have my birthday party there?” I was stunned.

Ralfie’s birthday is about a month away but I didn’t even register he’d gotten old enough to notice that kind of passing of time. Geez, they just grow up so fast, you know? More than that, though, I was taken aback by his (relatively) simple request. I mean, I have been looking at kids party venues for the past week or so, just trying to work out how to deal with as many children as he wants to invite with minimal effort on the part of me or my wife. But I hadn’t even considered having it at an ice skating rink. I mean, I’m sure there’s an ice skating rink in Melbourne that probably do acts as kids birthday party venues in Melbourne, but I have no idea where they’d be.

That can be easily fixed, though. I can ask around a bit at work, I know one of the guy’s kid had a birthday at an indoor soccer centre, maybe they had a look at ice skating. If not, I can always just Google it.