Beth and I shared a little room in the attic. I hit my head on the beams and the doorframe in the morning. I also brought my boots (because it was muddy) and managed to get the zipper stuck on one of them. After about 45 minutes of tugging, the owner of the agriturismo came over and said "You work so hard." When he discovered that he too was unable to budge the zipper, he brought me some of the good olive oil from the kitchen. With that and my cuticle scissors, we were able to fix the offending boot. Thank goodness. They were the only shoes I had with me for the night.
2.09.2009
Writer's Retreat
Beth and I shared a little room in the attic. I hit my head on the beams and the doorframe in the morning. I also brought my boots (because it was muddy) and managed to get the zipper stuck on one of them. After about 45 minutes of tugging, the owner of the agriturismo came over and said "You work so hard." When he discovered that he too was unable to budge the zipper, he brought me some of the good olive oil from the kitchen. With that and my cuticle scissors, we were able to fix the offending boot. Thank goodness. They were the only shoes I had with me for the night.
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