Sandals in Postcards 4

Leaving Vegas, 2007.

It doesn’t look like rain out there.

We wait. While we follow the latest projected paths of the storm, we keep life normal. I look up shoe stores. Hours, locations, and contents. Not one has any Bjorn. My old, much worn out feet like Bjorn. I actually wear out all my Bjorn’s, and this would be an expensive proposition if I didn’t buy them at discount shoe stores. The Great Geezer doesn’t consider Nordies Rack a discount store while I do.

I wore out my red sandals and now wear an off brand. When I remember I own them. My black sandals are on their last legs, and I see nothing online to replace them. The Great Geezer, now with the dramatically shorn head and beard so he will never go back to that barber again, loves to shop. I have three stores near the house that he will shop in….Marshalls has a good shoe department as do Nordies Rack and DSW.

The cake is made, the clothes laid out for tonight, so why not go shopping while we wait for the rain.

• Himself: Remembered to post a new picture or two on his blog. I poke him a bit about this.


• Herself: I love Sunday mornings. I love all day Sunday, actually.


• Reading: I should feel guilty. I started the day with Ringo, moved on to Gelb’s wonderful writing, but find myself reading the Bolitho series. We rushed out of the house, I needed a book, and Bolitho was right there. Wonderful stuff.


• Balance: Writing today.