Made for walking

The week of long-awaited leave is off to a good start when Terz announces first thing in the morning (okay, so technically it was already 11:30 am when I got up) that he needs to get some medium-format film --- prompting me to recall that at Campers' Corner, around the corner from where he gets film, I can get a pair of Chacos --- prompting me to check if Wahj is still raring to go shopping for outdoor stuff --- resulting in the serendipitous revelation that Wahj's actually brought his medium-format camera out with him today --- and ho! shopping we go.

I now own a pair of Z/2s --- not because I'm about to climb any mountains or ford any rivers in the near future, but because I really missed having a pair of sports sandals after my Tevas died a few months ago (don't mind the snorting sound, that's just Terz expressing derision that I didn't "invest" in a pair of Chacos in the first place) and because you never know when an impromptu beach vacation opportunity may present itself. I was, in fact, planning to spend a day at East Coast Park this week, but the year-end monsoon that I love seems to have descended prematurely upon us. I suppose I can always take a walk out to the beach and back along the local park connector, since that'll also let me test out my "walking to school next year" theory.

(The theory, contingent upon the school to which I'm posted to resume teaching come January, is that if the school's indeed located along the park connector, then maybe I'll cab in the mornings, because a) I won't be able up to consistently wake up early enough to make the walk to school, and b) I don't want to be all sweaty when I get to school --- but then I can walk back, which would save me some money in cab fare and also be healthyish to boot.)

I'm going to try a kickfit class tonight. Sprite and I have rejected kickboxing per se as too violent for our dainty tastes, though for the boys, the jury's still out. Kay warned me to be sure to eat something first, so I don't pass out. We had a late lunch today, so I hope two slices of wholemeal bread covered in sugar-free jam counts as "something".


At 10/25/2004 10:01 am , Blogger Ondine said...

To pronounce it like Jed Bartlett, it's Fjord - I suppose it's sweddish, or one of them Scandinavian countries where there is no logic in their spelling.

At 10/27/2004 1:45 am , Blogger Neil said...

Sorry to be anal Ondine - but you are wrong.

It is ford. It is a verb that means to cross a river at a low water point. It is also a noun, meaning a low water river crossing point.

A Fjord is something completely different. It is a noun describing a deep and narrow indentation of the marine littoral, bordered with high cliffs, and resulting from the invasion by the sea of a U-shaped valley.

They are, as you can see, completely different things, however, both deal with water, so I see where the confusion arose.

PS: Hope that doesn't seem snooty - at work and the tone of my posting is coloured by the idiocy of those I deal with in my work day.

At 10/27/2004 2:42 am , Blogger Tym said...

So that's what the 'fjord' comment was about. Terz and I were scratching our heads over this.

Yeah, Neil's right. Also, it's a blatant ripoff of that Sound of Music ditty, "Climb Every Mountain" [ford every stream]. Which makes it the second Sound of Music reference in one month. (The first is here.) Yikes!!

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