I ended up not taking them on the trip, because I ran out of room in my suitcase. Then, when we returned to Austin, it was summer for another two months. Too warm to wear fuzzy slippers. Finally, the weather dropped below 80, so I pulled them out of the closet. Well, my recovery slippers make me look clunky & caused me to trip...like... a lot. Not only are they NOT comfortable, but they are pretty hideous. They are a little too (with all do respect) guy-like and they are not very practical to wear. BUT, they have a furry lining, so maybe I will give them another try tomorrow.
Truthfully, they remind me of the sandals my dad would wear after he would come back from a run. He would shower, put on his finest terrycloth shirt and 1 of 2 pair of shorts he owned, pour a nice bourbon and walk around in his “go-aheads”. You can’t walk backwards in your go-aheads...that’s why he called them, well, go-aheads. Try it sometime. Especially the kind of slippers/sandals that have the criss cross type of strap.
My dad was a go-ahead kind of guy. He was positive by nature, always uplifting to my brothers, our mom and me. He simply was a solid, lovely human. I often wonder what he would be like now. He left this earth early from pancreatic cancer in 1994. Even when he was wasting away, he would put on his go-aheads and slowly walk around the house. Always moving forward, never feeling sorry for himself. We all cried in the hospital when the doctor told us that he was terminally ill. He said, “I can’t believe I am leaving you." Not poor me. Not bitter. Not angry. Deeply sad of course, but not for himself. He only lasted 3 months after the diagnosis.
So maybe I’ll keep these dang go-aheads. I’ll trip in them, yes, but I’ll keep moving forward, forever onward and clumsily upward.