Fate

Bob called me several times on the long drive from Minnesota to Kansas City last weekend, and during one of those phone calls, he asked me what had been going on since he'd been gone, what news there was.

I said, well, President Reagan died, and Ray Charles, and a young woman was found dead in a car sitting outside our building at work, and a restaurant a block over was firebombed, but other than that, not much . . .

Oh, and I bought a new pair of shoes.

I've been wanting a pair of cheap white sneakers, just Keds or something, something less complicated than my athletic shoes. I'm not sure why. Something lighter, I guess. I also need sandals desperately--the only ones I have now are the . . . shoot. Now I can't think what they're called. Oh, well, like Birkenstocks, I guess. Just the platform kind with straps across the top of the foot, nothing around the heel.

And I like those, but they're not exactly suited for walking long distances, and I really like to get out and walk at work during the day, but I hate to change my shoes. And I suppose the athletic shoes are best, anyway, but my point was that whenever I'd go into a likely store, I'd check the shoe racks to see if they had anything that appealed to me. What I really need to do is to go Wal Mart, probably, but I hate that store . . .