I Got the Point

I knew I had to have a blood test this morning at 9:00 so I fasted last night, and got a good night's sleep.

Dressed casually this morning -- cropped pants, t-shirt, and sandals.

Grabbed the shoes out of my closet without much thought, a little wobbly from hunger but not a lot, and although I'm almost always barefooted around the house, after my appointment I kept the shoes on while I puttered around the place taking care of a few domestic chores. Around 11:00 I realized I had something on my feet, which felt odd since I was in the privacy of my own home, so I kicked them off. That was when I realized I had worn one brown sandal with braided crisscross straps (left foot) and one tan sandal with a wide band crossing straight over my instep (right foot).

Oh well.

I have no fear of needles, but I have formed the habit of looking away from my arm prior to the procedure. I said to the phlebotomist as she tightened the band around my arm, "I have to close my eyes now and go to Hawaii." She laughed politely and said, "Oh, okay."

I closed my eyes and decided to use self-hypnosis to imagine blue skies, rolling waves, guitar music, and mai tais. Before I could take a deep breath and begin my conjuring, however, the nice young lady was done with me. I said, "Oh. Well shoot. I guess I should have just gone to Santa Cruz."

When Frank got home I showed him the "pair" of shoes I had worn to the medical facility. He just shrugged his shoulders. If I don't keep a close eye on him he has been known to wear socks that don't match, so I suppose to him this fell into the same category. I explained, "But shoes SHOW!" He said, "Oh, yeah. Well, who knows? Maybe you'll start a new fad!"

So please keep an eye out, and if you begin to notice people wearing mismatched shoes, smile and think of me. Not everyone will know how/when/why it all began. You'll know though, because you have inside information.

As for me, this merely supports my philosophy that a simpler life is a better life. It can't get much simpler than barefooted. On the other hand (or foot), I'm wondering if it might be time now for my daughter to move home and take care of me.