25 March 2006

Orange Crush

It all started with a pair of shoes. An an assuming pair of nursing clogs that I like to wear to work (I'm on my feet the majority of the day). They are mild mannered enough, I suppose. But yes (sigh), they were born a rather loud shade of orange. It's not their fault, they didn't ask to be orange! Their color sets them apart from the rest, belies but a corner of their layered personality.

They also have a tendency to squeak. A sweetly-toned , consistent little squeak. The squeak can be reassuring after a particularly difficult patient (or co-worker!). The squeakiness is friendly, softens the edges of a shoe that might otherwise alarm.

Beware, the balding stalwart who object to any departure from the normal! To those who fear them, this simple pair of clogs has an air of insouciance, even an unspoken threat. "Be gone", they say. But even when they are not walking the sterile halls ...this small pair of shoes lives on. Like the wearer, they are not afraid to be bold.

Mother Doing Good

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