Yes! (Awake, Connected, Muddy, Chilled, Wet) - The Life and Thoughts of Zach
Mar. 30th, 2005
08:38 pm - Yes! (Awake, Connected, Muddy, Chilled, Wet)
Awesome.
The peak was very short but sweet. A little colder than optimal.
But shirtless barefooted muddy wet grass puddle splashing frolic was had.
There are actually only a few things that I live for more than walking barefoot in freshly wet grass and feeling the mud squish up between my toes while thunder and lightening rage around me and the rain pours hard on your head. Ahhh.
NOW I can actually work through the night.
Current Mood:
rejuvenated

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What am I saying? Of course you do.
Because you can't know all of the fun things that can happen when you put one inside another.
So I had a wonderful day-long meeting with my bosses and some telecom consultants with a dressy button-down cotton shirt and my bare feet under the conference table.
Happily, Joe's doesn't seem to mind me drinking there barefoot, so I was still able to partake in Wednesday beers despite my "illegal" attire.
Vive sensual warm weather!
We only got a little rain here though, and nothing dramatic. I'm waiting - it'll be along. St. Louis gets some amazing rainstorms, over and over and over again.
Just don't be on the interstate when it decides to flash flood.
Then again, in the hot hot summer it's typical for me to come inside and drop my pants as well, so go figure.
I had leather feet when I ran around home barefoot as a kid; concrete floor, gravel driveway, and lots of grass and forest. But it was basically clean - minimal nasty chemicals. I'm much more wary on parking lots and similar places where poisons await.
I'm also more wary since I can't do it often enough to keep leather feet; I'm much more likely to get a puncture wound with soft unprotected feet. I'd have to walk barefoot far more often to be able to handle running on gravel like I used to.
I don't get quite as much opportunity anymore.
I was so pleased with myself when I finally got over my shame reaction to the stupid comments barefoot people get, and the weird staring. At some point around now each year, I just quit wearing shoes. I usually keep a pair around in my office in case I go out to lunch somewhere that I know they'll be required, or if I have to meet with customers and have to look a little professional, but that's about it.
When Kate was in Seattle, I would sometimes walk her dog with her barefoot, but only on a couple of paths through the nice residential neighborhood near her apartment. In general, big cities are a little scary because of potential sharps laying around, and I DO worry about puncture wounds.
And in my defense, I wasn't aware there would be mud-squishing involved!
That's it~ next rainfall, mass mud squishing!