Vanishing Edge by Claire Kells I think this is the first book in a new mystery series, and I plan on reading at least the next one. I did not figure the mystery out until the very end and I had a great time reading this book. The pacing is good, the protagonist is relatable, and it almost convinced me to do more hiking and camping because of the descriptions of the setting. The Sum of Us: What Racism Costs Everyone and How We Can Prosper Together by Heather McGhee This book was a little dense and slow to read, but filled with a bunch of interesting insights that helped me see things in a new way. It connected well with other books I've read recently about history and racism. The author's arguments are compelling and well-supported by the data and I recommend giving it a read. 56 Days by Catherine Ryan Howard I guess that after two years of COVID pandemic it's not surprising that there will now be novels using it as a plot device. This one jumped around quite a bit betwee...
My mom bought me these shoes at Price Club about fifteen years ago. At first I didn't really like them; I thought they were clunky and looked funky. Since I usually only wore jeans and T-shirts with airbrushed pictures of wolves on them at fifteen, I find it kind of funny that I turned my nose up at a good pair of Birkenstocks. Thankfully over the years I came to love the way they fit my feet and to realize that they didn't look that bad. I had them resoled a while ago when they started wearing through to the cork on the bottom. About two years ago I realized that it was probably time to do that again, but I procrastinated. It's hard to tell in the picture, but the heels are now worn clean through to the footbed. The footbeds are cracked across my instep, the straps are coming unglued, and they are filthy. My mom bought me new sandals when I was in Las Vegas last week and I'm excited to wear them (they're not Birks). But for some reason I still can't bring myself to throw these away.
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But seriously, it's a good thing you got new sandals. Worn out BIRKS don't offer much in the way of arch support. I really need a new pair too, perhaps I can get my mom to get me some?
I always called them my Peppermint Patty shoes. I started wearing them when my wardrobe of choice was reverse fit gap jeans and a white (too big) tee shirt. You've got to love the 90's.
When you have a trusted and used item for so long it is hard to say goodbye. Every single on of my children have slept in my nasty old chair and I can't toss it until this last baby sleeps there too. (though it will just be for a photo op. The chair is really too old to be a baby bed anymore)