“I like the way my own feet smell. I love to smell my sneakers when I take them off.”

Today is another lovely fall day with lots of sunshine and a pale blue sky. It got cold last night and was 38˚ by the time I went to bed around 2 am. I watched the Red Sox-Cardinals game which didn’t end until late, and when that happens, I am seldom tired enough for bed. The ending of that game was another strange one: a pick-off at first. Who is foolish enough to get picked off at the bottom of the ninth with two outs, your team losing, but Beltrane at bat? Why a rookie, of course, is the answer. The series is now tied 2-2 with a game tonight in St. Louis then a return to Boston. This series is killing me with its late nights, close games and weird calls.

This morning I stood by the window while the coffee was brewing. I watched dead leaves fall off the big oak tree onto the deck. It was sort of sad in a way. Those leaves had hidden my deck from the neighbors all summer. When I was sitting there, I felt as if I were in a tree house surrounded by green leaves and full boughs. Now I can see almost all the way down to the end of the street from my deck. My friend Clare will soon enough be able to see my den window and know when I’m still awake late at night. The light shines brightly.

When I was in the seventh and eighth grade, I played CYO basketball. That was in the days of weird girls’ basketball rules. I was a guard, and I could only stay on one half of the court. I could bounce the basketball three times but then I had to pass it. Only the forwards could score. I had one trick in my arsenal, and that was I could throw the ball full court. One forward would stay by our basket hoping not to be noticed, and when I got the ball, it went to her and she always scored. That was usually good for a few baskets before the other team guarded her and kept her from the basket. Our coach was a former marine, a former female marine, and she was tough. She didn’t have a warm, fuzzy bone in her body. Every instruction sounded like a command, and we obeyed. In practice, she had a mean whistle which she’d blow then she’d point at the offender. My greatest wish was always that she was pointing at someone else. She made us wear high top sneakers which only came in black back then. I remember there was a circle on the outside of each sneaker and inside the circle was the word Converse. We were always the only team with high tops. All the others had white sneakers, girly white sneakers with pointed toes. We didn’t really care when playing basketball, but we never wore those sneakers anywhere else. They were, after all, boys’ sneakers.

Many, many years later colorful high top sneakers with Converse in the circle on the side became a rage. I bought a pair in bright pink and another pair in purple. Those sneakers had stopped being boys’ sneakers. They had become an element of style. When I organized my closet a while back, I found those sneakers, both pairs. I still think they are really cool. I’m partial to the pink.

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19 Comments on ““I like the way my own feet smell. I love to smell my sneakers when I take them off.””

  1. Birgit Says:

    Lots of fallen leaves around here after the storm last night. Luckily not much damage in our city as far as I know, but 4 people were killed in nearby cities.
    Good luck, Christer! Has the storm hit Sweden yet?

    • katry Says:

      Glad there wasn’t much damage. Storms can wreak havoc. Hope your weather gets better!

      • Hedley Says:

        My Uncle who is 82 and lives in Surrey was waiting patiently on the arrival of the storm in the south. I call him this morning to check on his status and was told that the whole thing was a “damp squib”

      • Birgit Says:

        Hedley, I needed a dictionary for “damp squib” and I’m glad it turned out to be good news. Let’s wait for Christer’s report before we stick a “beginner” sign on this storm.

  2. olof1 Says:

    So far the day has been rather nice, sunny sometimes and heavy showers other times. It was absolutely calm until a few minutes ago, I guess the storm just started. But they have changed the predicyions so it won’t hit that hard here. But then again, I just got a text message on my phone from my insurance company that says we’ll be hit really hard 🙂 🙂 🙂

    I’ve never been good in sports except for volleyball. My serve was a killer but otherwise I was quite useless 🙂 🙂 🙂

    So I’ll keep on holding my thumbs then 🙂

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      That’s a weird sort of day-sun and storms, but I’m glad it won’t be all that bad there. Amazing that text from the insurance company. I haven’t heard of that before.

      I coached volleyball when I was in the Peace Corps. It’s a really fun game.

      Your thumbs are definitely helping!

      • olof1 Says:

        First time I’ve gotten a text message from my insurance company, I often get it from my phone and internet company when thunder is expected.

      • katry Says:

        The police department has sent out phone messages about huge storms, and I know the schools do about open house and stuff like that to parents.

  3. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I wore hi-tops in school as well. I believe they were canvas and Converse made them. Mine were white. Well, whitish. I’m not sure canvas can come in blindingly white white. 🙂
    I played girls basketball, too, but I had no tricks. The first time I went to a Tech Tourny and saw the boys play, I thought they were fouling and traveling constantly. Boys had different rules. I should have known.

    It wasn’t too bad up here this morning but now it’s kind of cloudy and very windy. I heard the S-word in the weather forecast for tomorrow morning. I hope not.

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      No, I think canvas is cream at best. I did polish my white sneakers, the girly ones, and they looked flashy.

      That was a tough way to play basketball. I always felt cheated.

      The weather report in the paper has us at the high 40’s during the day and 30’s at night for the week, but no S-word in the forecast.

      Have a great day!!

  4. olof1 Says:

    Birgit! It has startred in southern Sweden and it’s bad there. But so far it’s call here sherry I live.

  5. sprite Says:

    I love Converse, although I prefer the low-tops. I bought some purple ones just last week and replaced the white laces with rainbow ones. I smile whenever I see my feet.

    • katry Says:

      I wore Converse when I was a kid as the factory was a few towns over from where we lived, and we could get them cheaper there. I had forgotten all about my high-tops, but I still love them.

      Adding rainbow laces is a stroke of genius.

  6. Bob Says:

    The game of basketball has changed radically for both men and woman since the 50s. I remember when they tipped off the ball after every point and there was no shot clock. On top of that most of the players were not that tall. I think Bob Cousy was six foot one inch tall. I used to switch between the hightop Keds and Converse sneakers. No one call them sneakers anymore, now they are tennis shoes or basketball shoes. Our’s weren’t specialized.

    • katry Says:

      I watched Cousy play, and he was an amazing ball handler who changed the way basketball was played. Women’s basketball changed the most from six players, half court only for guards and three dribbles. Now it is played exactly the same as men’s basketball.

      I was 10 when I first saw the Celts play at the Garden.

  7. Coleen Burnett Says:

    Came late to this post so I hope you don’t mind a comment…

    I wear nothing but sneakers because I cannot wear heels. I am a bit afraid to wear high tops. I am afraid I will inadvertently twist/break my ankle. I don’t know if that is an irrational fear or not…

    You said once you were a bit envious of me as I had seen BB King and a few other artists you had yet to see.

    Now I am envious. You saw Cousy…

    Waving (because I am playing back on defense),


    • katry Says:

      I would never mind a visit from you!

      High tops actually protect your ankles better than low sneakers. That’s why my coach made us wear them.

      I have this great story about the Celtics. My dad worked for Hood which had a partnership with the Celts. He got tickets to the game with a reception afterwards. We were standing on the court after the game and Bill Russell had his back to us. My dad said watch this then went and stood behind Russell. He stood halfway up Russell’s back. It was amazing.

      I saw them all, all the great ones!

      Waving right back!!

      • Coleen Burnett Says:

        That is a WONDERFUL story! Your Pops was something. That story should be told in the front of the blog. It made my night to read it. Of course, your night (and year) have been made with the Sox win tonight! Congrats! Now I’m off to bed!


      • katry Says:

        I am still up at 1:30. It was so exciting to see the Sox win the series.

        I hadn’t thought about that story in a while. I can still picture my dad and Russell.

        Hooray for the Red Sox!!

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