(after the storm)
Earlier this evening, I snowshoed down to the pond and into the woods, and along the way, I looked down to see that I was wearing only one snowshoe…
Later, we drove our car down our un-plowed driveway, and over to a friend’s house for a gathering, where I opened the bag of slippers I’d packed, and found only one…
i think it was Anne Lamott who said (about the dropping of the “other” shoe):
Haven’t you heard, God only has one.
The Motherless Muse 