run on sentences

The other day, I happened to hear my toes talking to each other when I was digging through the sock drawer looking for a pair of socks to wear. "God I hope she isn't gonna choose those acrylic socks.  I hate them.  They make us sweat.  It's bad enough that our nails look like someone has been chewing on them", said my left foot. "Well at least some of you have nails", my little toes said almost in unison.  "She killed ours in all those marathons". My big toes heartily agreed with this but pointed out that the nails on their toes had grown back. "Yeah but look how weird you big toes look with that dab of raisin colored nail polish left on from last August" the little toes said defensively. "I think we can all agree on the smart wool socks", my right big toe, who seemed to be leading the conversation said.  "Those are the best, Why doesn't she buy more of them.  Why doesn't she wear them all the time?" 

I love hanging out with my older friends.  Now that I am retreaded, I have more time to do this and to listen to their stories without being in a hurry to get somewhere else to get some unnamed thing done that probably in the end, wouldn't be as important as visiting with my friends.  I have time not to be impatient. Mary Alice is one of my "Church Girls" (see my post called "Why I go to Church)".  I am not sure but I think she is 89.  She was born in Mississippi and raised on a dairy farm.  She has a creamy white porcelain complexion and a nice cloud of soft white hair that I bet has never been dyed.  Her skin has not been damaged much by the sun (because good Southern girls wore hats and didn't sunbathe).  She moved to Colorado as a young bride and then to Utah in the late 60's.  Enid, who is 84, is my sweet neighbor.  She and I go out most Saturdays for lunch or rice pudding.  Sometimes we go to a coffee shop that is frequented by the hip and with i

While out running 7 miles with Jack this morning, I came across two single gloves and one lonely mitten, abandoned or lost on the sidewalk.  It started me wondering why it is that one never sees a set of mittens or gloves on the road.  It is always only one.  Same thing with earrings - you only ever find one and you only ever lose one.   You only see one shoe on the freeway and you only lose one sock in the dryer. Why is that? And where do they go?  The simple answer might be that they fall out of a pocket or from a car when a person slides out.  I think it is more complicated than that. I remembered in college, I went through a Kurt Vonnegut phase and read a lot of his books.   The Sirens of Titan was one of my favorites.  In this story, that I am now re-reading, he described a place called a "Chronosynclastic infundibula" where two opposing truths could exist at the same time.  Here's how he described it - or at least a part of his two page description: Chrono mean

omitted ousted dethroned deflowered? decommissioned reconditioned released reborn rescued deleted whited out not reinvented rediscovered uncovered? discombobulated skiwumpus ass over teakettle? no longer in service rethought recused overused dazed and confused re focused cut and pasted nothing's wasted emancipated liberated deposed I suppose but marked my territory.

On my first day of retirement, I woke up at 5:05 AM just like I usually did just last week and for many years before when I was gainfully employed,  but this time was without the alarm clock.  I wasn't going running since I am going to do 11 miles (11 on the 11th) tomorrow.  After I realized I didn't have to get up, I went back to sleep until 7:30. Not sure what I will do but probably not too much the first few weeks.  The retirement or retreading, as I prefer to call it, papers are completed.  Had my last day at work.  Got lots of nice gifts.  I have begun the task of "decluttering" which I understand from other friends, is a common thing one does when one finds themselves without outside demands. Some other things I will end up doing include going to a yoga class, eating old fashioned hot cereal because I will have the time to make it, and cleaning out my closets.  I have no need for fancy pants and tops or suits anymore.  I don't need my "dressy"