Shoes... well not really, but my tevas.
I wear tevas from April into mid November. In the beginning and at the end, they are accented with funky hand knit wool socks. In the middle it's naked toes, currently sporting lime green toe polish.
This past weekend, while waiting for Mass at St. Lawrence parish in Goffstown, NH, as I glanced down at my feet, I thought about all the places those tevas had taken me this summer: Australia, Hawaii, Vermont, New Hampshire, so far...
As my first choice in foot ware, they have escorted me on many a walk and pilgrimage. Around town they are good for the usual 5 mile neighborhood stroll. In Australia they were up close and personal to the streets of Sydney. Never suffering a strap or velcro failure. Faithful and serving. In Hawaii they went from beach to church without missing a step. While in New England they are my camping choice, and even managed a 9 mile bike ride into town to get a picture of a leg lamp.
A pair of tevas last me 5 or more years. In the end it's always hard to let go, despite slick soles or softened noncommittal velcro. I still have my first pair of retired tevas in the closet, just in case I need them. Just in case the new pair doesn't work out. But that never happens.
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