The importance of shoes

The picture shown here was sent me by my loving brother Frank, who read a blog that I had written several weeks ago and thought he might add to the mix.

By way of explanation, several weeks ago I made a statement in my blog about the fact that shoes have been very important in my family for generations. This may seem like a very silly statement when you consider that most humans wear shoes of some kind; however, I suppose the stereotype of shoeless backwoods children in Kentucky and 'barefoot and pregnant' wives in the kitchen hold their place in American culture.

This also exemplifies how soon after I write these things that my weary brain forgets what I wrote. The amount of time that passes between blog and amnesia is very short.

At any rate, my brother sent me an email in which he quoted my blog, the same blog to which I referred to above. However, Frank amended my blog by adding a picture from his garage. I feel compelled to include this picture in this blog so that the world (or at least the part of the world which reads this blog) could see it.

I am so glad that I have figured out how to place pictures in my blog. From time to time, my ability to add pictures helps with the message. I think this certainly adds to the message, which is:


!!!!!!!!!SHOES ARE DAMN IMPORTANT IN OUR FAMILY!!!!!

My apologies to my great uncles and their chain of shoestores, to my mother and her inordinate desire to corner the market on shoes, and to the shoe industry in general, who didn't ask for my ramblings about shoes and the oddities surrounding shoes. I guess I should apologize to my nieces and nephew for any embarrassment they might have incurred by my showing the shoes that they collected in their garage. Of course, I assume that each of my nieces and my nephew have other shoes which are in their closets in their rooms and scattered through their rooms and the other rooms of the house. I know that is the way it is in my house.

Shoes. What is it about shoes? I would like to get rid of all the shoes I own which make my feet hurt and don't provide the proper support for my poor, flat feet. By the way, I didn't know my feet were anything but perfect until I got married and examined the feet of other people (not in an odd, abnormal way, but just in the course of living, running across the feet of other people and realizing how different peoples' feet are).

Feet can be really odd. Look at them from time to time. Eyes also. Look at them closely. Really spooky.

I remember I dated a girl in high school, actually, I knew her in high school and I dated her when we were in college. Anyway, she had blue eyes which had flecks of gold interspersed in them. They were pretty in a sort of unusual way. Not like a goat. But just different. I remember talking to a friend of mine and discussing it with him. He thought I was too fixated on her eyes and the oddities of the little gold flecks in them. Maybe so. Perhaps this is an example of over-thinking about something. I know I do it way too often.

By the way, goat's eyes are really spooky. No joke.

I have really veered off the main topic of this blog. I wish I had a picture of a goat to add to the mix.