Other than they do not owe me anything, it’s been a great run, and now I have to release you in to your eternal rest period. I am sad to see them go after they have been a part of more than 50% of my life. Through thick and thin they covered my feet, and kept my ankles sturdy as well. I will reclaim the laces, and send them off to their final resting place soon enough. It saddens me to see them go. They merely hold sentimental value, and are not a high enough quality items to send to a cobbler to breathe new life into. For that I shall mourn. Boo-hoo.
So today instead of chopping wood I will try on various pairs of new boots, mid tier or lower, in an attempt to replace those I have just lost to an exploding sole, shed stitching, weakened adhesive bonding, and old age. My WorkPro’s have come to the end of the road. I need steel toed boots so I don’t lop off a toe when swinging my axes around like a fool on the farm, and elsewhere. I don’t require top of the line boots because I only need to wear the new ones for 60-90 minutes 3-5 days a week (when paid work is slow, and it’s not winter, raining, storming out, or too hot!). That’s a long list of conditions I won’t work outdoors in, so these new boots don’t have to be the envy of every working joe who sees me in them, right?. Exactly. Comfortable and safe, offers protection, but no other bells and whistles. Sounds about right.
It’s Thursday today, so that means opening night of the fair, volunteer ride night, and our butter carving competition. I look forward to all of it. The radar says we are in for several more great sunny days, so that should be a boon for the Markham Fair 2025. See you all there! There’s something for everyone.
