like old friends

This sudden burst of unseasonably cold air here in the normally sunny south has caught me with very few warm clothes near at hand. Too cold for sandals. How comforting to at least dig out my old shoes. Maybe they need replacing (I do have a better pair I wear to the office and to church), but who can let go of old friends? Not me! They still work and are the most comfortable shoes I own. Over the years they have conformed to my feet and when I wear them it's like walking on air, or something.


I kind of like the fact that they are old. It sort of "goes with the times." Aren't we recycling a lot more now? Making do with what we have in order to conserve for what may lie ahead? Many times I smile to see what the younger generation is doing, for it reminds me so much of our early married life. Not that we don't still live on the cheap, but I can give a long list of conservation measures we practiced then. It feels good to do with aging, worn things that still do well what they were made to do.

Old shoes, old friends. Welcome back to another winter season. Maybe I'll do you a favor and try a little polish. :-)