(this is the successor to yesterday’s purge)
My Sweet Rib’s teeny, tiny toes fit in these … what are they? Slippers? Dress shoes? Work shoes? Lounge-abouts? No matter. She wore them with style and grace as though her feet once belonged to Queen Elizabeth II. These came with pre-tied ‘bunny ears’ on them which allowed her to hop! from room to room, puttering along the way. She would
Leap! into the kitchen and pots and pans would fly to their shelves.
Bound! to the living room and pillows, blankets, and leftover laundry find themselves neatly folded and ready for transport upstairs.
Bounce! to TPL’s office. stop. scream. turnaround and boing!boing!boing! all the way away to her safe space.
Now her bunny shoes look tired and all hopped out. They’ve been sent away to fit another human’s feet where we hope they will be shined up and reinvigorated. Hop well, footed friend.
Moses summoned all the Israelites and said to them:
Your eyes have seen all that the Lord did in Egypt to Pharaoh, to all his officials and to all his land. With your own eyes you saw those great trials, those signs and great wonders. But to this day the Lord has not given you a mind that understands or eyes that see or ears that hear. Yet the Lord says, “During the forty years that I led you through the wilderness, your clothes did not wear out, nor did the sandals on your feet. You ate no bread and drank no wine or other fermented drink. I did this so that you might know that I am the Lord your God.”