My new Crocs came today. They are just as Croc-y as any pair of
Crocs you ever saw. They are black and lined with a soft black fluffy substance. Quite comfy!
And Lord, they are ugly.
Here's what I'm going to think about every time I wear them: The fact that when I got my e-mail notification that the company had received my order it said, "You have great taste!" which is about the funniest thing I've ever read. It seems to me that the mere ordering of Crocs indicates a complete lack of any sort of taste, much less good taste. I imagine I will be laughing about this for as long as I wear these things, and wear them I will. My old Crocs are sort of a dark green with a possible leopard print flannel lining and I have about worn the soles slick which is just asking for death. They are my winter inside/outside shoes and if it's chilly enough to require me to wear shoes, that's what I wear. I used to wear slippers but the Crocs are more suited to going outside to feed Moana or to pick some greens and are just as comfortable as slippers.
I am not wearing them now because it's about seventy degrees. I've gone from needing cashmere and jackets to sweating in a sleeveless linen dress. It's been abrupt. It reached almost eighty today.
I went to Tallahassee this morning to do my shopping. I hadn't been to the grocery store in about a week and a half so I needed a lot. Or least I bought a lot. It was the same-old, same-old. I went to Costco and then I went to Publix. And then I went to Publix again because I had not put milk on my list and thus, I did not buy it but then I remembered that we needed it so I stopped by a different Publix on my way home. I don't even shake my head at my forgetfulness anymore. This is just the way it is. It is telling that I didn't go back into the first Publix because honestly, I was a little bit embarrassed. No one would have cared in the least. I'm sure people do it all the time. Still.
But here I am, announcing my senior moments to all and sundry.
I got to see Lily who was working at the First Publix and that was sweet. I think that Gibson is going to be spending the night with us this weekend. I hope so.
After I unloaded the car and put everything away which took about half an hour, I decided that the kitchen floor had REACHED THAT POINT and that there was no denying the immediate need to clean it. So I did that. Honestly, it had reached that point weeks ago but suddenly my ability to ignore it disappeared. Also, when I am barefoot, it is impossible not to realize that there are sticky spots and although I am pretty good at just swiping those spots with a rag and some water, it had gone beyond that.
I am a terrible housekeeper.
Mr. Moon was talking the other day about hiring a crew of guys that his friend had hired to clean up a lot and get them to clean up our property.
"Do they have wives who would clean my house?" I asked. This was totally sexist of me and quite possibly the guys could clean my house. Anyway, Mr. Moon laughed and laughed but I was serious. For what he was going to pay those men, I could definitely get a crew of cleaners in here.
One of these days...
So that's been it. You may have noticed that I have not posted one picture. That's because I haven't taken any. Another gray day and I saw nothing that charmed me enough to make me want to take a photo.
If you would like to read a blog post (that has a terrific header picture, by the way), I will direct you HERE.
It was written by one of my dearest, most darling friends, one of the women I went to nursing school with whom I've met up with twice now in the past two years to my great joy. I have mentioned the health problems of one of the women, never being specific, but since Terry is so open and honest about sharing her story and her circumstances, I feel okay about sharing them too.
I love this woman with my whole heart and soul and bones and blood.
She is a stellar human being and I am so lucky to know her.
That is all.