Thursday, October 20, 2011
My Personal Rebellion
Last night, I wore jeans, a long sleeved shirt, and my favorite black vest filled with down feathers to my son's football practice because it's getting colder.
But....I wore flip flops on my feet. I wore the flip flops as a form of rebellion against the cold weather.
I wore flip-flops to signify my disapproval of the impending 6 months of brown grass and naked twigs that will cover the ugly landscape.
I wore flip-flops to protest the coming season of chipping ice, hauling water, feeding hay, and shoveling snow.
I wore flip-flops to show my disdain for the driving spring winds and cabin fever that will ensue.
I wore flip-flops.....because I was a complete idiot. I froze my toes off. I shivered for two hours at the ball field. I lost all feeling in my limbs. It took three hours and a steaming hot shower to regain blood circulation to my big toes. My rebellion against cold weather became my own personal misery.
I'm still not ready for winter to come, but I shall show my disapproval in some other way from now on. A way that is not so painful to my body.
For now, I will tuck away my beloved flip-flops in hopes of warmer weather. For now, I will settle for socks and closed toed shoes. For now, I will look forward to the day that the weatherman says there is more than a 2% chance of snow so I can pull out my cherished Sorrel Snow Boots. For now I will choose to be content in all seasons.
Good bye flip-flops. Hello Snow Boots.