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Strawberries and Sandals

It’s that lovely time of year when strawberries are ripe. Until I moved to the San Joaquin Valley of California, I’d never had such delicious—or huge—ones.

I try to stop at the field stands a few times during each season. And then I make sweetened shortcake and whipped cream and we have a meal of dessert—a child’s dream. Spring is a perfect time for child-like behavior. Spring is a child, don’t you think?

On Sunday, my family celebrated the twentieth anniversary of our Kaitlyn’s birth. I can’t quite wrap my brain around that because she’s my granddaughter. Today, is my third son Joseph’s birthday. He claims he’s thirty-eight, but that’s impossible. Since everyone else is clearly lying about their ages, I’ve decided  to be forty-five this year. Yeah, that sounds about right.

Anyway, if you know me, you know I never wear shoes unless forced. As I started to leave for the party on Sunday, I realized I had forgotten to put on glasses and shoes. Unfortunately, I stopped off at my darkened closet before I retrieved my glasses.

Confession: I’m a clutterer. I have a shoe rack, it’s mostly empty because either my shoes are wherever I stepped out of them or piled in front of the shoe rack. So, on Sunday, in my haste and blurriness, I simply slipped my feet into sandals lying next to each other. Obviously, I’m oblivious. This is what I left the house wearing.

Yeah. I did. When did I notice? After I came home.

You know that absent-minded professor stereotype? Does that apply to writers too?

37 thoughts on “Strawberries and Sandals”

  1. Ok, pretty much the same shape, and you managed the full complement of decorated toes so, I’d say that’s a win 🙂

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  2. Those sandals are cute together. Maybe you’ll start a new fashion trend.

    I know a full-time pro writer who regularly forgets to eat. Seriously. She forgets to eat. Friends have to remind her.

    I’ve left the house without a bra before, more than once. You know that dream where you walk around in public undressed? That dream doesn’t scare me anymore.

    Writers live in multiple words. I think we should be excused for forgetting trivial everyday matters from time to time.

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    1. Yep I’m a trend setter. Best laugh of the day, Ann. 😀

      I could do with forgetting to eat. Actually, I did when I was writing Brevity. I don’t have that luxury now, with my husband home expecting three meals a day. And it shows. 😦

      Fearless Ann! 🙂

      You wrote: Writers live in multiple words. I think you meant “worlds” and agree with your following statement. But it’s also true we live in multiple words. I like the idea of living among words. 🙂

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  3. I read this in the car this morning waiting for the rain to subside, and I laughed and laughed–in a good natured way because I can so relate!
    Thanks for sharing that 🙂

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  4. @Linda: That’s hilarious, it took me several looks to realise you were wearing odd sandals. I bet most people didn’t even notice.

    @Suzanne: I keep reading your Samuel story, I love it so much but I want more, you need to write a sequel 😉

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      1. Suzanne, I’m about halfway through reading your story and I’m afraid by the time I finish, I’ll hate you. But I’ll get over it, and then I’ll just be proud to know you. 😉

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          1. Hopefully Samuel’s wife croaked a while back and Marissa’s hubby runs away to join the circus and thus, Marissa and Samuel can live happily ever 😀
            (ooops, apologies to Linda for hijacking her post to ramble…)

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