My brother and sister-in-law are moving to a new house.
Sister-in-law also happens to be pregnant – so she’s getting lottsa of help with the pre-homeselling logistics.
(No one wants her moving furniture or standing on a ladder breathing paint fumes).
So I was over at her house the other day, painting the kid’s room.
Jaime was packing the stuff in the kid’s closet.
It was rather pleasant.
We talked about life, brainstormed baby names, laughed at my brother.
Out of the blue she asked, “What size shoe do you wear?”
I don’t wear other people’s shoes.
Hand-me-down clothes/jackets/CDs/computers are great.
But I don’t mess around with shoes. Shoes are supposed to be expensive and purchased brand new.
But then Jaime pulled out a pair of ROLLERBLADES.
Real Rollerblades – not some off-brand cheapo things.
Jaimie used them once. Then gave up and packed them away.
And now, they’re mine!
The last time I skated, it ended with x-rays and a cast.
But time has passed.
I’m feeling a little bit brave
(And there’s a fabulous hill, right by my house!)
Spring is going to be marvlous!
