Shoes for Industry...

I'm wearing a pair of shoes. I'm beyond ecstatic.

For the first time in over two months I have two shoes on. Real shoes; not slippers, not Crocs. And I've got socks on too! My foot is still bandaged, but the ace bandage that covered the gauze bandage is gone and that allows me to put a sock and a shoe on.

And because I have two shoes on I'm able to walk a little bit. Still not without a limp, but at least I'm on two feet and did I mention that both of them are in shoes. It's the little things that get me excited these days.

So with two shoes on and almost walking without pain, Betsey took me off to buy new clothes. Usually I have to be dragged kicking and screaming to buy new clothes, but today I had no problem with the concept. Macy's was having a big one day sale which is catnip to my wife. She drove us over to there and even though all the handicapped parking spaces were taken we lucked out and found a parking spot that was actually even closer to the front door than the handicapped spots. From there I was able to walk into the store and make my way down to the men's department. That's pretty much as far as I got. I found myself a nice padded seat over by the fitting rooms and Betsey brought me clothes to approve or laugh at. Very few got laughed at as she has a marvelous fashion sense and I have no sense at all. Three pairs of slacks, three button down shirts, a pull over, a sweater, and two t-shirts later Mr. Macy got 117 of our hard earned dollars and we got out of there before they decided we didn't pay enough.

And truth be told, my dog was barking pretty loud.

While sitting in the bowels of the world's largest department store (or at least it's San Mateo outlet) I mused on how just one week ago life was looking very different. I thought I was never going to heal. I was going to be living in pain and unable to walk for the rest of my life, I was certain of it. Now here I was having walked a fair distance from the car to where I sat and while in a bit of pain it was the pain of muscles long out of use, a pain I knew to be transitory. It was a Miracle Near 34th Ave in San Mateo.

In other words, life is beginning to look up. When life looks up, it's time to laugh. Who better to laugh with than the Firesign Theater (if you didn't understand the post title, just wait till the end of the clip).

Porgy Tirebiter, he's a spy and a girl delighter!