Thursday, November 18, 2004
Do you remember the fantasy with the really pretty shoes? The ones I can stand in (barely) but which make walking without someone to hang on to impossible?
They exist. In fact, I own them. One of these days if you let me know you're here, I will show them to you.
I am attempting to convince my ankles that walking in them is a good thing, but I'm still at the stage where if you wanted to keep me someplace, all you would have to do is tell me not to take off the shoes. I would have difficulty getting any farther than the bathroom. (and even that would be a stretch after a short while.) The ultimate cage. My own shoes.
But they sure are pretty. And they do wonderful things for my legs.
They exist. In fact, I own them. One of these days if you let me know you're here, I will show them to you.
I am attempting to convince my ankles that walking in them is a good thing, but I'm still at the stage where if you wanted to keep me someplace, all you would have to do is tell me not to take off the shoes. I would have difficulty getting any farther than the bathroom. (and even that would be a stretch after a short while.) The ultimate cage. My own shoes.
But they sure are pretty. And they do wonderful things for my legs.
