UrsulaV (ursulav) wrote,
UrsulaV
ursulav

Having finally delivered the coup de grace to my elderly hiking sandals--four years of faithful service and multiple states, some of the best shoes I've had, slain at last by wading through Jordan Lake as I struggled along the lakeshore in 100+ degree weather, to identify the enormous bird I had seen from a distance. It was an immature bald eagle. I am from the Pacific Northwest originally, so I confess, I'm pretty jaded to bald eagles. Sure, they're magnificent the first dozen times, but when you pass a couple a day on the drive to school, you get a lot more excited about spotting an osprey. Still neat to see, mind you, they're massive birds. Unfortunately, in order to see it, my shoes and I had to cross a couple of inlets, and since they were already breathing their last, they did not survive the experience.

So today I went out and got a pair of Birkenstocks. James has been raving about his, how his posture has improved, and the wonderous arch support, and the durability. They supposedly take a week or two to break in (or break your feet in, as the case may be) so I will refrain from passing judgement until the time has passed. At the moment, however, it feels like there's a tennis ball under each foot. But we'll see.
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