My Aching Feet!

I’ve been awake since 3am. Left for the airport at 4:30 and made it there in under an hour. It used to take longer before they put in the 576 connector from Rt 22. Very easy and quick, and just $.50 toll. I saved more than that in gas! Besides, I didn’t have to fight any traffic around Robinson Mall or try to merge between speeding trucks onto Rt 60.

Anyway, the security line was long considering how early it was. It moved quickly, though, and within 15 minutes Brian was placing his carry-on in the container and walking through the first of two security scanners. I waited and watched until I could see him walking toward the People Mover Trolly thing. (What is that thing called anyway?)

As always, I stood there a few minutes and my eyes got watery. I hate seeing him leave. Sometimes he drives me up a wall, but when he goes, I miss him. I told him that and he reminded me that I’ll be able to clean off the night stands and there won’t be any ashes on them the next day. That man knows how to make me see the bright side!

So I hurried to my car and drove to my mom’s. Changed my clothes and by 7:30 I was ready for my aunt’s funeral. By ready, I mean I was wearing my strappy black patent leather heels with my black wool pants and black short sleeve top. I like black.

At 8:45 I dropped my car at the mechanics for the yearly state inspection and walked the block to the funeral home to meet my mom. I’ve walked that block many times but never in those heels. And for the record, never again. I’m just too old to wear that kind of heel on broken concrete.

Spent the day with the extended family and picked up my car at 1:30. I was visualizing kicking off those shoes the minute I walked in my house when my cell phone rang. Boomer wanted me to pick him up at school in 45 minutes. So I stopped by the grocery store - in those damn heels - and then headed to the school to get Boomer. I forgot dog food and Pepsi so I had to stop at the store again. By the time I got home it was almost 4pm. My feet were aching. I’d worn those heels for 8 1/2 hours!

Boomer and Nick carried the groceries in and put them away. I changed my clothes and sat in front of my computer. Boomer brought me a plate with 4 Claussen pickles and peanut butter. Then he brought me a cup of coffee.

My feet hurt, I miss my husband but my boys are a blessing. Well, for now they are. Behavior is subject to change because they’re teenagers.

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