With the cooler temperatures and the welcomed rain, a lot of people are thinking about boots.
Boots are great for keeping your feet dry. They’re the best for keeping your feet warm in cold weather.
Most of the ladies I work with like boots. For the most part, though their idea of boots and mine are way different.
The ladies I work with all talk about their latest acquisition. They readily show off their 4-inch spike heels with a slouch top that pucker around the ankle.
I’ve seen the fuzzy muck-luck styles that look really nice but, then I found out they are not to be worn in wet weather.
The tall, calf fitting styles work wonders to show off long elegant legs.
All show up simply because the weather gets cooler.
Then there are my boots.
I wear boots year-round. Rain or shine, hot or cold, about the only time I don’t wear boots are the rare times I go to the lake.
Most of the time, I wear a pair of what-used-to-be wheat-colored Brahma lace-up work boots. They have had the soles replaced four times and the laces twice.
They are no longer a pretty wheat color, but instead a dirty, stained, spotted ugly yellow. But, they are comfortable.
They’re great for all the odd treks I get called on to do. I never know when I will have to traipse through a soggy bog or down a rocky railroad slope. Sometimes, I have to kick through pastures and down the road to a wreck.
Comfort is priority one. Priority two is safety. These ugly boots protect my feet from sticking, biting, poking and falling bits of life. Admittedly, I have a number of pair of boots – all with a specified purpose.
My dark brown lace-up Brahmas are nearly identical to my everyday-wheat colored boots. The difference being, the brown ones are insulated. They are way too hot to wear most of the time. They have only had two new soles and still have the original laces. Like I said, they only get worn during the coldest of weather.
Then I have my riding boots. They’re a lace-up roper style with funky little kilties feathering the front edge of laces.
Most of my boots are lace-up styles because of an old injury that left a significant scar on my left leg. Often the pull-on styles aggravate the scar. It’s just easier to get lace-ups.
No collection of boots is complete without a pair of black rubber muck boots. I think my son borrowed them to help pour concrete, but predominantly they are muck boots. I wear them in wet, nasty pastures to keep my feet dry and the mud outside.
Not long ago, I came across a pair of really nice boots at a thrift store. That made them somewhere in my price range.
These boots were really nice. They looked like they were brand new. The sole wasn’t dirty or worn. The toes weren’t scuffed. The heels weren’t scarred from driving a standard.
They looked like something that I might keep for dress or church. Could I possibly be so lucky that they might actually fit!
Oh my goodness! The gods were smiling on me! They actually fit. The tops were low enough so as not to aggravate that old scar. The tops are even my favorite color.
The first day I wore the boots was to church on Sunday.
Sometime that afternoon, my son asked me to come help him do something down at the stable.
The first thing he did when I got there was to tell me, “Man, you should change your boots. They’re going to get dirty.”
My response was, “They’re still boots, aren’t they?”
Which technically means, they’re going to be subject to everything all my boots are subject to, after all they ARE still boots.