It's bound to happen sooner or later

I am currently reading Howard's End, by E.M. Forster, and I was so enthralled in page 136* that I nearly put Thai Red Curry Paste on my bread and butter rather than Raspberry Jam! That, I suppose, is the mark of a good book. Luckily, I looked up from the page and realized that what I thought was Confiture de Framboises was rather red and thick for a jam. My knife had only grazed the butter when I yanked it away and hurriedly switched the Curry for the small jar of jam in the fridge. I have them placed right next to each other on the shelf, and they are the same size, so I suppose it was bound to happen sooner or later. Especially when a good book is thrown into the mix.

*Just so you all know, it was the part in the book where Margaret returns from London and tells her sister, Helen, that old Mr. Wilcox proposed. Helen promptly bursts into tears and I was just going to find out why when the before-mentioned incident occurred.

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This morning I was bound and determined to wear my heels in Paris. Since it was ballet flats for the first two months, and boots for the past three, I am quite out of high-heel walking practice - and these are only kitten heels! But I managed to strut (you really can't do anything but strut in heels, and I was feeling rather fancy) the three blocks to Starbucks, only tottering once or twice in the beginning. Marj was meeting me there for coffee and studying and the planning of our next several trips together. Isn't it wonderful, planning? Maybe only natural-born organizers will agree with me, but I do love anticipating things.

I made it all the way back home in my heels; through the cold, cold wind and under the dark grey skies. Apparently Paris has decided not to be cheerful today. I lost my left shoe once, going up the third of seven flights of stairs. But that was alright because I felt like Cinderella!