The Right Shoe

Fathers day came with three pairs of shoes. One deliciously decadent pair of slippers, one pair of indestructible rubber farm boots and one pair of slick leather slip-on formal shoes.
This feast for the feet is a summary of my life and times. I get up at 4:15 and slip on my luxurious slippers. They have stripes on the material insides, and look like little landing strips for my size elevens to touchdown on.
I slipslop to the door, where my feet then leave the comfy warmth of bedside and glide into the rubber boots. Out into the fields, checking the pipes and plants and what the dog destroyed in the night, picking up some crap along the way.
Back from the fields, clonking the boots to the floor, landingstrip time again.
Into the shower, out of the shower and into leather shoes that are so long and pointy that you could use them to kill cockroaches in corners with.
What a blessing these three pairs are, one from each kid.
The best is, through the life and world transition between the three, not a single shoe is touched by a hand. All slip on slip off. If changing your work roles could only be so easy...
I could see myself turning up at a client one of these days with the wrong pair on.
-Jonah