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You know what's hard? Trying on shoes when you can't feel your toes. That's hard. The instructions tell me that my toes shouldn't touch the front of the shoe. I'd be able to figure that out a lot easier if I could actually feel my toes. Oh well. We'll just assume they fit and see what happens.

Yes, thanks to Zappos and UPS my Crocs have arrived. They are, without a doubt, some of the ugliest shoes in the world. Putting them on my feet immediately makes me feel like I'm ninety years old.* But I'll admit they're reasonably comfortable and, at $40, nearly disposable. So based on the recommendation I've received I'll give 'em a shot and see if I can't get to Walgreen's and back without killing my feet. 

Of course, this is Seattle, and while I couldn't bring myself to order the model with the holes on the top, they're still clogs and they still have holes on the side, which makes them unlikely to be terribly useful in the rain -- especially when you've got feet that respond poorly to cold. 

I miss the black suede cowboy boots that got me though college and grad school. Tony Lamas to Crocs is a long way to fall. 

Getting old sucks.**


* Which isn't as bad as it seems in that these days I feel about seventy under the best of circumstances. 
** But as they say, it's better than the alternative.