“I did not have three thousand pairs of shoes, I had one thousand and sixty.”
Yesterday it rained. Today it may rain. When I went out the morning, it felt warm. It isn’t. The temperature is only 38°. Late yesterday I couldn’t stand the kitchen floor so I did a quick wipe. The dogs noticed and went right outside, and I swear they danced in the mud. My floor is again filled with dog prints.
When I was a little girl, I had a Ginny doll. She looked like a little girl, not a curvy Barbie. I had a set of her bedroom furniture, all pink. Her wardrobe was filled with dresses and a few hats. I still have a Ginny doll. She is wearing a dress, a sweater and a beret. She is on the top shelf in my bedroom. She doesn’t really look her age.
When I was young, I wanted a train set. I never got one. It was considered a boy’s toy. When I was an adult, my friend gave me a set of HO trains. I even built houses and stores from kits. I added trains. I added track. That train set is downstairs in boxes. I had to put it away as my cat used to attack it. I wouldn’t put it up now even if I had the room. I have Nala.
At the end of summer, my mother used to walk us all to the shoe store for school shoes. We never got to choose our shoes. She was into sturdy shoes, hoping they’d last the school year. Usually they were sort of clunky tie shoes. My favorite part of the shoe store was the x-ray machine. I got to see the bones in my feet. The shoe salesman measured my feet with a metal sliding measure. He used to sit on a short metal stool with an extension on the front. That was where he’d place each foot so he could put a shoe on it. He’d pinch the front of the shoe to check where my toes were. I’d walk up and down the store a couple of times to see how they looked. I’d check out my feet in the line of mirrors close to floor. If they fit, my mother bought them.
My favorite sandwich was bologna with squares of American cheese and yellow mustard. If I made the sandwich myself, I’d have to cut slices from the bologna roll. I wasn’t very good at cutting bologna. One side was always thicker than the other. My sandwich was odd looking.
Today I will be a sloth.
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February 24, 2024 at 4:30 pm
Hi Kat,
The sky is perfectly clear and the temperature is an unsusally warm 78° for the end of February. Winter isn’t over. Mother Nature is just playing with us.
When I was in the third grade I broke my left arm. I wanted a Jerry Mahonie ventriloquist dummy and my parents bought one for me even though it was unusual toy for a boy. I was never able to throw my voice, but I had hours of fun trying.
Of course, like every baby boomer boy, I had a Lionel O27 gauge electric train set. I would set up the tracks on the floor in my bedroom. The steam locomotive would puff white smoke from little pills that were inserted in the smokestack, it had a headlamp, and the tender had a built in train whistle. Unfortunately, my father threw them away, along with my collection of baseball cards, when he moved my sister and I back to New York. I never let him forget how much money those things would be worth had he kept them. It was fun to drive him a little crazy because he was the world’s biggest cheapskate until the day he died. 🙂
Do you remember putting your feet into a fluoroscope machine while wearing the new shoes? The purpose was to demonstrate to your parents that the new shoes weren’t too small. It’s a miracle that all of us and the shoe salesman haven’t developed cancer from being exposed to all that unnecessary X-rays.
BTW, If I make a bologna sandwich today, without precut slices, I will still cut the slices unevenly resulting in a weird looking sandwich. My sandwich making name is Klutz. 🙂
February 25, 2024 at 12:33 am
Hi Bob,
We are down to 26°, but the wind is gone. Your temperature is so high we won’t hit that until July. March is not a great month here either.
That is really cool that you kept trying to throw your voice. My favorite is Edgar Bergen and his characters Charlie McCarthy and Mortimer Snerd. He was the master ventriloquist. I did get a chuckle that he was on the radio being a ventriloquist.
My train set was a small one, HO. I had a great locomotive but it didn’t smoke. Too bad you can’t go back in time to save your set and your baseball cards. You could retire.
I did mention in my post today that my favorite part of the trip to the shoe store where when I put my feet into the x-ray machine and got to see the bones in my feet. Some of the fluoroscope machines were still around in the early 70’s. You’re right about the cancer, but luckily I probably had my shoes and feet x-rayed only once or twice a year.
I have a really good set of knives which I have professionally sharpened. I can’t help but cut clean slices.