Sometimes our lives are made up of nothing but unconnected little bits with jerks in between. Not that I mind this, but I really like those days that move smoothly from one thing to another instead. Flow.
I did find a pair of blue sandals. Bjorn’s…I prefer them. My feet like them. George didn’t find any Josef Seibel’s…he prefers those. Did I say that I clearly remember the day I found a totally worn out pair of brown and beige Nike tennies in the free box. My first pair of shoes in years. Usually I went barefoot. I thought they were great but my friends were embarrassed by the many ragged holes in the top.
I went to work wearing my new sandals yesterday. They don’t grab my feet down by my toes, and when I turn the shoe stays put and my foot moves onward with me. I fell again. The last time I fell, off the stool, I was wearing the new brown Bjorn’s. This time I didn’t hurt anything. I’m not wearing either of those shoes to work again.
Another small annoyance. Fender linings. All vehicles have something inside their fenders….molded plastic. “Keeps all the crap from moving up into the crevasses and rusting out the fenders,” G tells me.
The truck went in to a prestigious dealership a couple of years ago, and when we got it back they had put a 4x4 fender lining in instead of ours. (Ditto the radio antenna.) When you turn the wheel hard over, it grinds into the fender lining. Just recently the Toyota’s fender lining began making a familiar sound. It’s got a missing screw. Sometimes you have to laugh.
At last, meds were approved. I don’t feel complete, just tired.
G’s company is fading out the Subrogation division. He worries if they will be keeping him. I remind him that they are giving him new software. He still worries. I worry about him.