I must be getting old. My feet are killing me and I fear my perennial barefoot days might be coming to an end. I’m just back from an unsuccessful shopping trip for a pair of soft memory foam slippers which did nothing to improve the situation. Browsing Amazon now. Thank goodness for Amazon.
I stopped at the grocery store while I was out and ran into my priest (That sounds strange to me. We are relatively new to the Anglican tradition and up until now I would have said my pastor. I love Anglicanism. It’s one of those “where have you been all my life” things. After decades of attending what I loosely classify as evangelical churches, the liturgy, timelessness, and richness of a Sunday morning Eucharist service at St. AIdan is a real gift. But, I digress.)
Anyway, Fr. Dean called out to me: “Linda! Congratulations!”
I thought me must be referring to the arrival of our new puppy but wasn’t sure how he knew about Molly’s arrival.
“I hear you’ve got a new book out.”
I said, no, I didn’t have a new book out. He told me where he got the information from, and we both had a chuckle.
Maybe it was a sign. Maybe I’m going to write another book. (Joking. I don’t really think our conversation was a sign of anything.) At this point, I have no intention of tackling another book but one must never say never.
After Safeway, I stopped at Walmart. I eschewed the Mart until we moved to Moose Jaw. It’s not quite the zoo here that it was in Kamloops—smaller population and all. Today, however, every young family in the city must have been back-to-school shopping. The music was blaring, the crowd was overwhelming, and I didn’t find any slippers. (I did, however, pick up a few of our favourite candy bars.)
My next stop was Superstore, certain I’d find something there. But no, all I came away from there with was ice cream sandwiches and an apple pie.
Winners. Surely, Winners would have a pair of comfy memory foam slippers. No luck there either. And by then, my feet were starting to really hurt. I got in the car to go home and noticed a woman walking from the store to her car, her gait such that it seemed her feet were hurting too. I see you, sister. I feel ya.
Anyway, no luck on the house slipper front. Amazon, don’t let me down.
I saw signs of the changing season, in addition to the back-to-school shopping happening everywhere. Fall mums, trees tipped with gold, sweaters where swimsuits once were in the store. I was sorely tempted to stop for a pumpkin spice something but resisted the temptation. I’m going for a pedi tomorrow morning and a pumpkin spice latte will be the perfect treat to take along with me.
That’s my afternoon. Mind if I share a picture of Molly before I sign off?
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