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But inside, I’m going, ‘Oh my God, is my zipper up? Do I have a booger in my nose?’ That’s my inner monologue.

April 11, 2014

What a surprise the morning brought: a cloudy, damp, chilly day. (You know of course that was tongue in cheek!)

I was up early to meet friends for breakfast and did one other errand then came home because my back had started to give me trouble. I still have two more errands on my list so I’ll go out this afternoon. This has been a busy week, the busiest in a long while, and I’m even going to the movies tomorrow to see The Grand Budapest Hotel. On Sunday I will rest. I will out sloth the sloths.

My favorite pie of all is lemon meringue. My mother always made it at Thanksgiving, an odd choice among the pumpkin and squash pies, but a popular choice in my family. My second favorite is blueberry. I never mix ice cream and pie or even ice cream and cake. I find the mixture off-putting.

I learned to tie my shoes when I was young. My first ties were loose but I got better and the ties got tighter. My method was simple and I think is the most common: make a loop with one end, wrap the other end around and pull a loop through the “hole” in the middle. I thought everyone tied their shoes in the same way then a friend did the double loop. She made a loop on each end then tied a knot with them. I was surprised. I tried it a few times but went back to the standard way my mother had taught me.

Buttons were easy. Each one had its own buttonhole though sometimes I’d miss a button and put the next button in the wrong hole. I’d end up with an uneven jacket. My solution was to start buttoning from the bottom. 

Zippers were the most difficult of all. Two sides had to be connected exactly the right way, and that was no easy task. My little fingers didn’t work well and one side would zip while the other didn’t because I had missed the connection. Sometimes cloth got caught in the zipper, and that was the worst. I used to zip my jacket before I put it on so I could see what I was doing then I’d slip the jacket over my head and zip it the rest of the way. I don’t know how old I was before I could zip while wearing the jacket. I remember it took a while.

I have only one pair of shoes with laces, sneakers actually. My winter coat, which I seldom wear, has a zipper. My shirts have buttons, but I don’t button them every time. I leave the shirts buttoned up and just slip them over my head. That’s the lazy woman’s way.

“Plunk Your Magic Twanger, Froggy!”

September 11, 2010

It’s that time of year when inside the house stays cooler than outside, when the waning warmth of the morning sun can’t compete with the chill of the evening. Last night I shut the windows. I’m figuring that’s a metaphor.

I have friends coming for dinner tonight, and they are hoping for a movie. I advised sleeping bags, down comforters and dressing in layers. Maybe we’ll watch The Day After Tomorrow. That too could be a metaphor.

I don’t think I ever had a favorite pair of shoes when I was a kid. If I needed a new pair, my mother would drag me to the shoe store where I’d play around while she looked. I’d use the silver sliding sizer to check my foot size, put my foot into the x-ray machine to see my bones and pick shoes off the racks and try them on, size notwithstanding. Meanwhile, my mother would shop. She looked for shoes which fit the family budget and would wear well. Buster Brown shoes were a favorite of hers. They were for me too but only because they were the sponsors of Andy’s Gang, one of my favorites on Saturday Mornings. I remember the commercials where Buster spoke from inside the shoe, “This is my dog Tige, he lives in a shoe, I’m Buster Brown, look for me in there, too.” I was always proud to carry home a box of Buster Brown shoes.

Because all our shoes were tie shoes, learning to tie the laces was a rite of passage and a necessity before starting school. My mother taught me. I still remember her sitting in the chair by the picture window while I knelt on the floor beside the arm of her chair. She took a shoe and slowly, one step at a time, showed me how to tie it. My fingers took a while to work. They fumbled with the loops, and I lost them several times, but my mother was patient. We did it over and over until I finally tied the shoe. The knot was loose, but it is still one of my greatest triumphs.