Sam and I took a long walk yesterday, to the bank for cash and then to pick up Will’s re-heeled work boots. All told, I walked about three miles. Sam rode in the stroller and almost nodded off. I forgot water, and was nearly feverish by the time we reached the bank. Luckily, there is a fruta cart outside that particular bank, and we ate a whole bag on the walk back.
The old Italian man who fixes Will’s boots showed me his fine work before accepting my money. “The world is an unfair place,” he said sadly. “I fix your husband’s boots so nice, and he will kiss you for it.”