Summer footware
Step into summer with sandals. White socks are optional.
Seriously, come beach weather, sandals are necessary. After all, there are laws about removing sand from provincial beaches. Bare soles test the temperature of sun-beaten sand, and sneakers require too much after-visit maintenance. My old sandals (comfortable enough in their time) have become a study in crazy glue and woodscrew repairs. After seeing a new pair that I liked yesterday, but unable to “grow” three sizes before closing time, I was really keen when the papers showed a “today only sale” of the same model, at 50% off the yesterday sale price.
I decided to throw practical fiscal reasoning out the window and bought TWO pairs. After all, should I lose one (heaven forbid), I’ll still have a spare to fall back on. I mean, I shouldn’t lose two (from the same foot) this next season.
After my large pot of chili from yesterday, I should have skipped a day in the kitchen (so I did). Took myself off to the local poutine shop, where we gorged on Galvaude and beef sandwiches. In fact, there was too much content for one human digestive system in the commercial portion, so I called for assistance from the stomach that barks. She was happy to indulge.
The section half of the new Ben Hur is underway, and tonight I get to tie the whole chariot racing thing into the larger tale. Why isn’t that an Olympic sport? After all, it involves animals, speed, treachery. Seems like an ideal test event for the next summer games.
