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.
Always good to hear about your day, with or without pictures. You can always say ah, senior moment, no pix!!ReplyDelete
Thank you, dear Liz. I appreciate that.Delete
I saw *new crocs* and thought of you slipping on steps and breaking ribs! Don't *go there*! I learned my lesson with my Birkenstocks.....after 2 mishaps! Lovely and inspiring Terry blogpost, thank you! Glad you got all your provisions....... senior moments always allowed! No pics in your post doesn't matter....just your words are enough!ReplyDelete
Can't believe you were so warm today. We had cold day here.....*high* of 52......I started fire in woodstove at noon and just now have house *up* to a balmy 70! Hubby will be pleased when he gets home
These new Crocs have a good grippy sole. I will be safe with them. I promise.Delete
Glad you read Terry's post. She means the world to me.
I couldn't believe it was so warm here either! And yet it was. When we have the heat on, we only set it to 68 during the day, 65 during the night. Your woodstove is doing a great job in my opinion.
I wear dark navy blue Crocs every day! Love them and can't wear "regular" shoes now since 2009 after my first knee replacement surgery! Second one was in 2015!ReplyDelete
It is currently 7° in S. Colorado at 6 p.m. We're supposed to be getting more snow tonight!
Thanks for sharing Terry's blog post with us!
You Colorado people are hardy folks!Delete
Crocs are way to comfortable, aren't they?
Crocs are kitchy cool - the hip cats wear them. I wore a pair for half a day.ReplyDelete
You're so cool you don't need Crocs.Delete
I didn't forget the milk, I forgot the entire grocery order! I could go downstairs for breakfast, but I am happier making my own toast and jelly. I needed to place an order with the grocery store today and forgot. I have two slices of bread left and then it's the long walk downstairs unless I get my act together.ReplyDelete
Thank you for the link to Terry. So lovely.
Well, I can see how you'd forget the grocery order when there's a place to eat right downstairs. I mean- everything slips my mind these days.Delete
Terry is amazing and wonderful and I love her.
I see people buy clear crocs to show off their hand knitted socks. I am yet to be tempted. They are a huge fashion faux pas here in Oz unless you are working in an operating theatre. I am sure yours are delightful.ReplyDelete
Terry's post was so inspiring. I can see why you and she are friends.
Crocs are hardly considered the epitome of good taste here either.Delete
But yes, I can see that about the hand-knitted socks.
I have never had a pair of crocs and now they aren't available here, although there is a cheaper substitute brand. I might look into getting a pair for the garden, so I can just hose them off.ReplyDelete
I've been ignoring my floors for years, just doing the wet paper towel swipe for any sticky spots.
Yes. Crocs can definitely be hosed off. The knock-offs probably can be too. Try some- see if you like them.Delete
I don't feel quite so bad about my floors now. I only let them go for months.
I tried to read Terry's post, but the white type on green background was hurting my eyes.ReplyDelete
Thank you for introducing me to Terry's blog. I just read her post and am in awe!ReplyDelete
And if you knew her, you'd be in love, too.Delete
I am also wearing black " crocs" ( cheap version) with a black fleece lining. I wear them instead of slippers as they don't " slop" when I walk, and I can go to the dustbin etc in them, even in the wet. Some ( one of my sons )might say that I should only wear them indoors, and not be bringing dirt from outside in to the house, but it's my house so yah boo!ReplyDelete
If you can't bring dirt into your own house then what's the point of owning your own house? And Crocs are definitely made to wear outside.Delete
I've often dreamed of hiring cleaners to come and give the house a top-to-bottom scrubdown. Maybe one of these days. Or maybe we'll just move. LOLReplyDelete
It's like a dream...Delete
I often forget something when I go to the grocery store, apparently a lot of people do because when I mention it to the clerks, they all nod their heads. It's nature's way of making sure we get enough exercise as we age:)ReplyDelete
I didn't realize that you knew Terry in real life. I'm glad the immunotherapy is working. It's always so nice to here good stories.
I've known Terry for forty years. FORTY YEARS! I still think of her as being about 19 years old- the age she was when we met. I was 29.Delete
I have to take a list to the grocery store and then I cross things off as I find them or I might walk out without something!ReplyDelete
Terry had a wonderful post and her words will stay with me. Thanks for sharing her.
I, too, shop with list and pen in hand so that I can cross things off. But if you don't get something on the list...Delete
I wish I could share Terry with the world.
No lining in my crocs. I like to hose my feet off while wearing them. I did resist for a while and they are not real attractive but sometimes you just have to do the easy thing.ReplyDelete