Random Midweek Notes

• Shoe shopping and I found a pair of shoes that I actually like as far as comfort. I had previously resigned myself to the thinking of this outcome being an impossibility. That my feet would never know true happiness again. I'm tempted to return to the store and buy all they have in stock in my size.  
• Shoe shopping is something I hate because I always feel so exposed and vulnerable when trying on shoes. An easy target for someone looking to grab a wallet and run. And desperate to find something to wear with the least amount of effort. I don't want to try on more than one or two pairs of shoes. 
• I love my everyday walking around backpack. It must have thirty-five different pockets and then another ten or fifteen hidden chambers that I haven't discovered yet. It's much like some of the women's purses that I've seen on the home shopping television channels. I'm finding that I just want to fill it up with stuff. To be prepared for anything and everything. I feel like Batman with his utility belt.
• Seems like the most commonly asked question of sixty-somethings is: "When are you planning to retire?" I have no answer for that question. I just hope that I know it maybe a year or two before the time is obvious.
• The doctor couldn't help but notice the abnormality that is my pinky toenail. So I told him about the youthful days swimming with friends who would refer to it's sighting as "The Toe" and feign terror as if it was a Godzilla-like monster in a horror movie.
• No more music purchases solely on the recommendation of a trusted friend. No offense to trusted friends but music is personal. I need to make purchases based on my own impressions.