I was just finishing packing up to leave my folks' Maryland home and head for the airport, and I was chatting with my sister, who was standing watching me struggle with the zipper on my bag. I was absolutely extolling the virtues of a pair of slippers I purchased back home in Boston (and was now cramming into the outside pocket of my bag.) I was saying "...you wouldn't believe how comfy these are, Carole; I have been looking and looking for a pair with this type of arch support, but yet still had some flair..."
Suddenly, it was like I was outside of my body, floating around, looking and listening in both disbelief, and total clarity. I have reached the age where I am enthusiastic - nay - excited - about slippers. "Looking and looking?" "Arch support, but still has flair?" Were these words spoken by me?
What is next, pray tell - sweatshirts with fuzzy cats on them, or coupons for the Early-Bird at Appleby's?
And yet, this is life. We do change, and grow (which way, up or down, is a matter of opinion) and get a little older and well...into our slippers. Footwear is important, and I'm not going to apologize for that. :-)