bunnies
I went to stroke therapy with my dad today. He goes three times a week for a couple of hours each time. The therapists help him and coach him while he does various exercises for his right leg and arm. While I was waiting and reading a book in the waiting/sitting area, I noticed an older lady who must have been there waiting for her husband. I’m guessing she was about 70 years old or so. She was very soft spoken but pleasant and friendly with all the people there. She shuffled over to open the door for someone, she shuffled over to pour a cup of coffee for someone else, she passed a can of cashews to a friend of hers, etc. What made me notice her was her feet, or rather, her shoes. Actually they weren’t really shoes. They were these enormous bunny slippers. Evidently she feels right at home at that therapy place. Her feet had to be at least a size ten in mens. Either that or she just liked to wear big slippers. Anyway, I found myself wishing that I could have huge comfy slippers like that and wear them everywhere.
I’d probably name them. I don’t know what I’d name them, but I probably would. Ok, getting a little crazy. It must be time for bed.
