Buffalo Gal

In Texas, boots were a statement of regional identity. In Georgia, I didn't own a pair.
I bought warm, waterproof, clunky, chunky, zip-up-the-side grandma boots as soon as I got to Buffalo. I'm good about remembering to put them on in the morning, but have not yet mastered the concept of putting them back on at the end of a long day when my mind is tangled up with the events of the day.
My car is in a garage directly beneath the building, so I don't notice the problem until I get the shock of the puddle, snowdrift or slush mound around my ankles as I step out of the car.
The next morning, it's a light-footed bounce to the car looking for the shallowest spots and praying not to run over the shoe-top limit.
When I was a kid, we referred the frigid foot-soaking experience as a "hot foot." If only it were so. The cold in my soggy loafers settled between my toes early this morning and refuses to budge. I automatically bought dry socks at lunch, and noticed I now have three previously wet pair drying under my desk.
Do your feet get colder as you grow older?
Or are you supposed to be better at avoiding deep , slushy puddles?

Copyright 2005 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2005-02-21 2:08 PM Getting cold (wet) feet In Texas, boots were a statement of regional identity. In Georgia, I didn't own a pair. I bought warm, waterproof, clunky, chunky, zip-up-the-side grandma boots as soon as I got to Buffalo. I'm good about remembering to put them on in the morning, but have not yet mastered the concept of putting them back on at the end of a long day when my mind is tangled up with the events of the day. My car is in a garage directly beneath the building, so I don't notice the problem until I get the shock of the puddle, snowdrift or slush mound around my ankles as I step out of the car. The next morning, it's a light-footed bounce to the car looking for the shallowest spots and praying not to run over the shoe-top limit. When I was a kid, we referred the frigid foot-soaking experience as a "hot foot." If only it were so. The cold in my soggy loafers settled between my toes early this morning and refuses to budge. I automatically bought dry socks at lunch, and noticed I now have three previously wet pair drying under my desk. Do your feet get colder as you grow older? Or are you supposed to be better at avoiding deep , slushy puddles? Copyright 2005 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top