Flip flops and me

So if we're connected on Facebook, then you know I complained about flip flops yesterday, how I wanted a pair that didn't hurt my feet. I guess I should have been more explicit about what I meant by hurting my feet -- because actually, they don't hurt my feet. At least not in the conventional sense.

I have ridiculously thin and bony feet. They're narrow (especially in the heels), with long toes and fairly high arches. They taper down to nothing from the arch to where my toes join my feet. Fortunately I wear a common size (7 1/2 to be exact) and I know the brands of regular shoes that run narrow.

But flip flops come in whole sizes. That's a problem right there because I can't wear an 8 and a 7 generally won't have enough length for my toes. Plus flip flops almost always have too much room where the thong joins the shoe bed so my feet and toes have to work really hard to keep the sandal on my foot.

I've been wearing a pair of Clarks flip flops that I got in Hilo a couple of years ago when I was there for work (similar to these). But remember the high arches I mentioned. Well all of a sudden that strap is bugging the top of my foot, actually left a bruise the last time I wore them. I have no idea why that happened but it did and so now I'm looking at my flip flops with sorrow. And I'm shopping around for a proper flip flop that works for my strange feet.

For what it's worth, I was curious about the idea that flip flops are bad for your feet. And I guess they are, if you have flat feet or bad balance or are diabetic or can't really feel your feet. None of those apply to me and I love wearing flip flops so I'm going to keep looking.

Things are calmer now

At least for the cats. Eddie saw our new vet last week and while he'll never be a fan of going to the vet, I was impressed with both the vet and the vet tech. They were really good with Eddie, so good in fact that he didn't freak out until about the last five minutes. I think by then he'd just had enough.

He had healed up quite well and was able to lose the donut of shame that day. Now, a week later, the hissing has mostly stopped. Kent thinks that when Wally does hiss, it's more because he developed a bad habit and less so from fear or anxiety.

And Wally is sleeping with us all again at night. When I say all, I mean all: Kent, me, Eddie and Chloe. Sometimes I think we should have gotten a king size bed.

Here's hoping none of the cats have that kind of anal gland issue again. It was most unpleasant for all involved and I'm not eager to repeat it.

Typical day sleeping positions. Wally likes to sleep
on my office desk, and gets it furred up.