Where oh where, can her little shoe be?

You see that picture (well, not on Medium, I guess)? That’s my wife’s box of shoes, primarily Allbirds.

Allbirds, which we both love, are basically wool shoes from a company that’s trying to reduce its carbon imprint. They are comfortable as all get out.

But that’s now what this post is about.

Chris Black, my wife, has several pair of Allbirds as do I. We buy them on eBay where you can find good prices for them.

But that’s not what this post is about either.

This is what the post is about:

Chris lost a (one) shoe. You see that, as George Santos would say, blue-ish one on top, the one missing its “other?” She’s looked all over the house trying to find its mate and so far — nada.

How do you lose one shoe from a pair? You take them off — together. You put them away — together.

Yes, we looked in the freezer.

I have a lifelong history of not being able to do anything with my hands (stick with me, there’s a point coming), meaning, drive a nail into the right place of something, fixing a faucet leak. You know, the basic things almost every competent human being can do.

(When I was moving into a new apartment years ago, a couple of friends and I were ready to repaint it. One was giving instructions — Roy you do the living room, Richard will do the bedroom. I was waiting for my instruction and it didn’t come. I said what do…