Friday, 14 December 2012

Crocs

My Crocs broke.  I love my Crocs.  I love how they feel, I love how they look, I love who gave them to me.

I bought them with money sent to me by my sister's mother-in-law.  Let me run that by you again... my sister's mother-in-law.  Yep!  One cheerful, bubbly soul who lives in Georgia.  The Georgia, a world away from this hodge podge Mid Western girl raised in the East.  This is not some world where my sister and I married cousins or something like that, nope this is kindness far out.

I think I can count on one hand how many times we have talked in person (we did go on a glorious holiday to some amazing place that smelled of salt, looked like a fairy land and sounded like fireworks).   Well this amazing lady sends me a gift and says "Use it only on you.  For you."  Say WHAT!!!  I try to comply.

My sister, also a beneficiary of this sweet generosity, carries a "designer bag" around in a nation that could any day implode into chaos that would swallow her and her family alive.  Who carries a designer bag around in that?  Someone who smiles when they look at their bag and loves Jesus buckets full.   She has grace for each day and a bag to grace her shoulder!

Well back to my story of Croc-En-Glory.  Mr. Fix- It Slow (also known as Hubster) considerately bought glue in the bazaar.  Now in a nation where some people make 20 dollars for working three hours a day for a month (7 days a week) and consider themselves well paid buying in bulk is not possible.  It is hand to mouth living.  So glue comes in a little 1 cent packet.  How good can it be?  Crazy good!

I now have a Croc that I can wear but the strap is a little wonky and will be like that for the rest of its life.  Now I wear Crocs with a crooked smile.  My Crocs have braces or maybe they NEED braces.

Oh and by the way.  Hubster has a little plastic glue container stuck permanently to his desk.

Just Kidding!




No comments:

Post a Comment