Thursday, June 25, 2015
"Always wear proper footwear."
My dad was full of weird gems. Pearls of wisdom. Read Vonnegut. Read anything. Read everything. Don't drink. Be able to drive a standard. Don't be an asshole. Get good grades. Don't marry an asshole. Don't let your kids be assholes. Watch Jeopardy every day. Read the National Geographic, cover to cover, every month.
But I feel like the most important lesson my father ever taught me was this- wear proper footwear. Always.
It's not like I wear heels. I'm not Carrie, addicted to four hundred dollar shoes. But when I went on my honeymoon to London (thirteen years ago...) I wore a new pair of boots. They weren't stilettos or anything, but they had a good solid two inch heel and they were NEW (aka NOT BROKEN IN) and they were cheap. I was miserable. Cold and homesick and miserable with ACHING feet.
It basically ruined my honeymoon and left a bad taste (that has since been COMPLETELY erased) of London in my mouth. I wanted to be (sort of) cute, so I wore those stupid shoes instead of my trusty Merrell's. Idiot.
I've never EVER made that mistake again.
My dad has been saying 'wear proper footwear' for as long as I can remember. Literally. Driving thru Sicily as a five year old? On the off chance that we'd get out to walk around, I'd better wear proper footwear. Headed to the river in California for an afternoon as a ten year old? Better wear proper footwear for the hike. Walking around the neighborhood in the hundred plus heat with hundred plus humidity, dressed all in black because I was too cool as a fifteen year old? Wear proper footwear.
I could go on and on.
What did he mean? Was he trying to teach me some valuable life lesson?
Probably not. He probably truly wanted me to...wear proper footwear. To protect my feet. So that I wouldn't bitch for days and days about how much my feet hurt.
But sometimes, when I'm feeling melodramatic and emotional, I like to think he was trying to prepare me for life. Wear proper footwear. Be prepared. Be practical. Plan ahead. Oh, that's another one of his faves: people don't plan to fail, people fail to plan. Like when I failed to plan to wear proper footwear on my fucking honeymoon.
So thanks Dad.
Linking up with Mama Kat's Pretty Much World Famous Writer's Workshop with prompt 3.