The kid and her friend had arranged to go today, so we went, got food at a little sandwich place across from the theater before the show (it was nearly standing-room-only, but we managed to snag a table -- and I managed to snag a chair shortly after our food was ready; the place had 2 tall-table arrangements, and only enough chairs for both of them, and one of the chairs from ours was in use at the other table), and saw the show.
The kid is still a bit frazzled and short of spoons (and her case manager has seen my furious email and will check into things on Monday), but she enjoyed the movie.
Earlier today, we got her new boots. Need to get her new shoes, too, since she has outgrown them, but the boots are the urgent things because eventually it is going to snow and her old boots are older than her current shoes. (I got me some new boots, too.) We also got socks. We then went back into the place so she could stand on the thing that mapped How You Stand and suggested insoles. I was dubious, but hey, we had the time right then. So she stood on it, and it recommended an insole-type, and she stood on the sample one and was not instantly recoiling (and remember she has unpredictable sensory reactions), so hey, sure, let her try the ones that are in her size... And she liked them. And said that her ankle had been hurting but didn't hurt as much almost immediately. So. A sale was made.
(Hm. If we bring the insoles, then we can expand the kinds of shoes we can get to ones that don't necessarily have the best arch support? Because we can shim the insole arch with makeup sponges or something. Excellent.)
I passed on a $289 coat, even though it was nice. Because. Nearly $300. *cries faintly*
If there's so much danger from touching your skin and eating the food, they'd put that in the tour book. There'd be a blurb in the safety section: "Warning! Don't step on the Stray Sods!"
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