Well, I officially retired …

07-13-15

… my old pair of walking shoes this morning, much as I hated to do so.

But, it was time and the big hole in the sole looked something like that large gaping pothole that keeps opening up on the Rouge Bridge; you know … the one where you can see the neighborhood below the expressway while you’re driving over it.

Well, maybe the hole wasn’t that big, but I had 1,650 miles on those shoes and two new pair waiting in the wings, so I bade them farewell.  When my next-to-last pair of walking shoes wore out, I went to buy new ones and they had discontinued the style.  So, this time I was smart and bought two extra pair … just in case.  I did keep intending to “start” another pair, but didn’t want blisters until they got broken in, so I just procrastinated – bigtime.  This morning I finally unboxed the new shoes, and even wore my Summer walking socks (more procrastination – I’ve been wearing the cushioned Winter ones but decided since Summer might finally be here, I’d get into thinner socks).

Always the pessimist, I took myself and the car to Meijer to do a little shopping, thinking that if the new shoes caused a blister, I’d have the car to rely on for the trip home and not have to endure a 1 ½ mile walk from the store to my house.  As I was ready to head out the door, I looked down at my new shoes, all pristine and bright white – they looked like they belonged on someone else’s feet.  The old ones, admittedly, were getting shoddy looking.

These new shoes reminded me of when I got my first pair of canvas running shoes, as they used to be called back in the day.  My parents got them at Sears and the brand name was “Jeepers”.  They were a bright white canvas and I can still hear my mom telling me not to run through the freshly cut grass in my new Jeepers or they’d get stained green and look dirty.  So, I wore them to the playground the next day, hell bent on keeping them looking good since, after all, I was a big girl now.  So along comes a girl about my age to say “hi” and she looked down at my shoes, and immediately stomped on both of my feet while I stood there with my mouth wide open.  She said “you got new shoes – you gotta get them dirty!”  When I went home for dinner that night and told my folks that story, my mother said “you have an overactive imagination Linda!”

Occasionally, those childhood memories I’ve conjured up are not so pleasant …

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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