Old boots passed their prime at least a year ago. They leaked. Duct tape didn’t stick. They needed to be replaced, but other needs were more pressing.
All winter I wore my higher, warmer boots. They don’t leak. Long about late April, when those boots got too warm for walking in, it stopped raining on Martha’s Vineyard. I went back to my old boots. Boots don’t leak if it isn’t wet.
Besides, I hate to throw anything out.
As fall got under way, it started raining again. I had to skirt the big puddles on the road, and even then my socks got wet. I had plenty of work. Money was coming in. The time had come.
This past Monday I went up to SBS. This is where Travvy’s food, treats, and toys come from, but they carry other stuff too. Like boots.
I sat on the wooden floor and tried on boots. Several pairs. The fourth pair was Just Right. That’s them in the picture. You can’t see my feet because my feet are in the boots. They’re happy. They’re dry.