This morning I did something I haven't done since May: I donned socks and shoes before leaving for work. I've been trying to transition out of open-toed shoes all week, but I just wasn't ready to reprise my role as Heartless Jailer of Feet.
But this morning it was below 50 degrees. For the first time in many months, my toes were cold.
I approached my dresser and stared at it, trying to remember why I was there when I was already fully clothed. After opening the wrong small drawer, I opened the one on the right and dug through my white socks that I grudgingly put on for each of my softball games and found a pair of forlorn-looking black socks. As I was putting them on, my eyes searched for my black Skechers beneath the pile of flip flops and sandals. Since I don't have X-ray vision this was a pointless exercise, so I got on my hands and knees and shoved several shoes aside until my hands found the shoes that had been overlooked for months.
It took me over two minutes to tie them. (I'm a little out of practice at achieving the perfect balance of snug but not too tight, okay?)
And so it begins: shoes, jackets, hot chocolate, pumpkins, chimney smoke, colorful leaves, the itch to play Christmas songs on the piano, and football. Autumn, I am so glad you're here.
Kimberly should have worn shoes too. You should see her latest injury. It may have been worth the time to re-learn how to tie her shoes. :-)
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