I broke my sneaker today. my favorite Pumas...the ones that have the rubber nubbies that grip nicely to rocks so that I dont fall on my face. I'm sad. *weeping* They need a proper burial. I'm still coming up with the poem for their eulogy. It goes something like this...
"Worn out treads, worn out sole..." That's as far as I've been able to get *lamenting* they were too young to go so soon.

"When you have worn out your shoes, the strength of the shoe leather will have passed into the fiber of your body. I measure your health by the number of shoes, hats, and clothes you have worn out. He is the richest man who pays the largest debt to his shoemaker..." Ralph Waldo Emerson

i also may have come up with a name for my walking stick, on either the house, or harrington trail i left it at the "scenic vista" near a pile of ashes...so when i went back and found it, i thought hmm...Phoenix. but it is awfully cliche' the stick does allow me to fly. i'm still thinking about it.

Posted by Lovely Miss Mandy at 8:59 PM