On Saturday I was feeling like I wanted to check off a bunch of 'to-dos" on my list. Little things really, just ones I didn't get to and they were bugging me.
One of them said, "spray new boots" on the list.
You know when you get new boots (like UGS... but really I like Bear Paws) or any shoes that are going to be 'out and about' in the winter you have to spray them. Okay, maybe it's Connecticut thing. It's like a silicone, protectant spray. Makes a HUGE difference!
Well, Scott got me a new pair of Bear Paws for all my cold nights when I have to drive the girls to viola or Irish Step. (I have Raynauds and when my feet get cold they have spasms... fun, right?)
And this December I waited and waited for a certain pair of boots to go on sale from Lands End. I had circled them in the catalog way back in October and waited. I was so happy when I ordered them in January. On such a sale it was a dream come true (and in the color I wanted)
So back to Saturday night. I sprayed them outside (and Anna's too because I felt like they needed a recoat) and then Sunday morning I woke up to this.
Not just some rain. But ~flood in the backyard, boots underwater~ rain.
And I had forgotten to take the boots in on Saturday evening so they were out all night in the downpours. I was so mad I could have cried. But I sulked and slammed doors and didn't talk for half a day.
So now we are on day four of drying out, with a fan, next to the basement dehumidifier. My never worn yet, sigh, new boots.
~ and dear friends who visit and comment here... I have not been to your blogs in the longest time. I miss them but am getting used to a new schedule and am now teaching reading at two different schools. It's wonderful but is an adjustment over here. I'll visit as soon as I can ~