9.8.02 – the little things

there are few simples pleasures in life as nice as bare feet. particularly when i’m in a big city and am required to wear shoes and do lots of walking on hard surfaces – concrete sidewalks, metal stairs and the like – the very first thing i do, upon arriving home, is tear off my shoes, followed by the socks, and wiggle my toes free. i walk around the house enjoying the different surfaces – cool concrete in the cellar, hard wood in the living room, carpet in my bedroom, cool grass in the front yard. if i could, i’d spend my life barefoot. summers in idaho, i often go months without wearing anything more than flipflops, which is essentially like treating my feet to walking barefoot on a rubber surface all day, with room for my toes to breathe and stretch and wiggle. not surprisingly, i don’t believe in impractical shoes – the impossibly pointy sort which mash and mangle the toes, or the heels so high that they bend the spine and ruin one’s posture. this isn’t to say that i haven’t occasionally been seduced by the prospect of a sexy stiletto, but in the end these shoes live in the back of my closet, and i wear my sneakers until the soles are worn thru.

and now you all know about my feet. they don’t stink, much.