Just last week I blogged about the sad disappearance of my comfy running shoes. Hoping that they would somehow show up on my doorstep, that it was all just a misunderstanding, proved fruitless. I hope whoever has them does not trip and break a limb.
However something did appear at my door, in exactly the same place that my running shoes once occupied: a used coffee maker. No note, no explanation, no logic. I opened the door yesterday afternoon and there it was. As I already have a fine coffee maker I can’t really appreciate the offer of a trade, if that is what this is.
By the way, understanding that you all must have been on tenterhooks awaiting an update, I am pleased to inform you that as of today I am once again running shod. My Ironman© triathlete west coast residing soon to be wed nephew has been kind enough to buy me a replacement pair of runners. They arrived yesterday and are lovely. It sure does pay to be a wonderful uncle!