“The human foot is a masterpiece of engineering and a work of art.”

The mornings are chilly, but the days gets warmer. It’s flannel shirt weather. I was out yesterday doing errands. Today I’ll be out again. This has been a busy week.

When I was ten, I got a new bicycle as a Christmas present. I remember going down the stairs, peeking over the bannister and seeing my bike beside the tree. I ran down the rest of the stairs. I couldn’t wait to try on my new blue bike. It fit perfectly. Later, after I got dressed, my mother had me take my bike outside where I stood at the top of the steps while she took pictures. I am smiling in everyone of them. My bike had a front wire basket. If I carried anything, whatever it was would bounce when I went over a bump. One time I had to stop to retrieve a loaf of bread which had bounced all the way out of the basket. It was dented just a bit. White bread did that back then. I loved riding that bike, and I remember finally learning to ride with no hands. I was so proud. I’d pedal with my hands folded on my chest and hoped the world would see me. I think I even waved a couple of times, sort of like the Queen’s wave.

I loved my mother’s brownies. They were pure chocolate. She’d frost them with chocolate frosting then sprinkle them with jimmies. I remember she baked her brownies in a square metal pan. I always liked the edges.

My socks often slid into my shoes. I’d still walk anyway though there was a bit of a lump. When it finally got annoying enough, I’d pull the socks up by the tops. Old socks never stayed up. I still have a sock problem, but it has to do with holes. I hate to throw socks away especially if they look intact. The holes in my socks are hidden by my shoes. My toes hang out so I have to double over the tops of the socks. I get a socks’ lump.

In Ghana, I always wore sandals. At first, because of the dryness, the heels of my feet cracked which hurt so much I had to walk on tiptoes. I wondered if my students, many of whom hadn’t been so close to a white lady before, thought the walk was the way all white ladies walked. My ballerina days finally ended when my heels hardened. They were thick and ugly. I was glad.

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6 Comments on ““The human foot is a masterpiece of engineering and a work of art.””

  1. Christer. Says:

    I remember that feeling when for the first time letting go of the handlebars, both excitement and deep fear šŸ™‚ šŸ™‚

    I hated those socks that always slid down, once I even tried to tape them around my leg, can’t remember if I was successful though šŸ™‚ šŸ™‚

    Have a great dya!


    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      I remember being afraid when the front wheel would start to turn. I had to grab the handlebars before the bike fell over. It happened a couple of times.

      I never thought of taping the socks. That would have been a great solution except when I was wearing my school uniform, a skirt.

  2. Birgit Says:

    I’m finally back home and finally back on my bike. I don’t mind walking like I did the weeks before but it’s so much easier and more fun by bike.
    Meanwhile Corona is out of control here and getting worse, still too many unvaccinated people around. The old government (which is still in charge) blames the new government and vice versa, federal states could pass restrictions but prefer to ignore it and allow everything and blame whichever national government instead. Nothing happens, hospitals are overcrowded, people just die. Oh, I forgot, the carnival season has started today, thousands of mostly drunken people without masks singing and dancing together on the streets in some regions. I feel like living a bad movie.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Birgit,
      I used to love to walk until my back injury. I used to walk 8 miles a day in good weather, back and forth to work. I never biked.

      Massachusetts has a high % of vaccinated people, but there have been breakthroughs of the virus anyway.

      There are statistics along party lines. The States with the highest number of Covid patients are red states, republican states, with low vaccination rates. Many republicans still believe the whole thing is a hoax. The south is a hotbed of deniers.

      The bad movie is a horror movie.

  3. lilydark Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I loved riding my bike. I earned enough money babysitting to get a 10 speed? White Peugeot. I loved it and rode it everywhere till it was stolen many years later.
    I do the same thing with my socks.
    This country is like a horror movie.
    Tomorrow is my big day– I am going to see Dar Williams.

    Purrs to you and the critters,

    Lori and Ms. Cookie

    • katry Says:

      Hi Lori,
      When I was ten, the bikes did not have other than pedal power, no gears. Later the first bikes with gears had three.

      I hate to throw socks away if they have any life. It is the same with underwear.

      Have a great time at the Dar Williams concert!!

      Hugs from all of us.

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