WRITING WITH COWBOY BOOTS ON

Okay, so now you’re going to know how crazy I am—the kind of thing only my wife and kids knew up to now. I’m moving west, right? So, I thought I’d better get the feeling down. And since I don’t own a cowboy hat, I decided I should start stretching my boots out.

This is no easy matter. Although I bought them probably ten years ago, I’ve only worn them about three times (not an exaggeration) because they don’t fit all that well. I’m not sure I have the right feet for cowboy boots—I’m not sure anybody does unless they have no instep, and their feet are inhumanly narrow and all their toes line up to make a point!

My feet are wide, I have an unusually high instep and as a result of these two things, wearing my boots is a painful experience. Not only that, but when I’ve had enough of the pain, it is nearly impossible for me to get them off. Without my son’s here, I’m probably going to need to call the neighbor over to pull them off.

The truth is, they really are fairly comfortable once their on and in place. But what I like most is the added height. I am 6’ 1" with no shoes or sox on, so with my Abeline’s I should be at least 6" 2" –could be possible even 6’ 3"? Just think, the boots make me that much closer to God! Which is one way to justify the pain.