Having had some of those moments of, “Now, where are the keys?” and “I know I left my glasses on my desk”—yet later found them on a shelf in my closet, this shoe thing was off the grid!
But in just a flash it came to me—I had been with my yoga girls the night before. As we came out of class everyone was talking, putting on shoes, coats, checking on our next meeting, milling around like a litter of puppies.
It took us a while to get gathered up and out the door; we all made our way out to our cars, still talking, returning borrowed books, recommending remedies and books to each other, still visiting, walking away and then back to tie up one more detail.
All this time I never realized that I didn’t have on my own shoes!
When I got home I quickly kicked off said shoes and went to catch my husband up on the girls and what was going on with everyone.
The next morning when I discovered what had happened I texted the shoe owner; she hadn’t realized that we had each put on the other’s shoes either—that made me feel better—I wasn’t the only screw loose!!!
Told her that I’d drop them by, “It’s OK, just bring them to class on Saturday morning,” was her reply.
The whole point of this is what a great bunch of gals I have. We talk about our grown children who continue to make us completely crazy.
Our once firm, shapely, and healthy bodies are seriously messing with us and are of constant concern. Conversations of, “Do you feel better?” “How is your knee, back, neck?” always occupy the introductory part of our coming together.
Sharing in what is going on in our lives, being such a support group for each other—I am so very, very thankful for these incredible ladies who always come through.
What is a mixed up pair of shoes among friends??
I did feel silly, but boy, was I glad that if I was going to do something this goofy, it was with this bunch of gals—they love me anyway!