FATE BROUGHT IT ALL ABOUT.

A pair of shoes, Reader Dear, had been residing in my closet for decades.  In fact, more than a couple decades, almost eons!  I up and threw those shoes away the other evening.  Just tossed them in the trash, along with the crumpled napkins and used teabags!

It was all in the timing of things,* the way I said goodbye to them so quickly.  You see, this event occurred during the late-night evening with four friends (only two of whom weighed in on the issue of the shoes, and the fact that I had stored them for such a lengthy expanse of time with no intent of ever actually wearing them again [because they were white and plastic and the cheapest pair of shoes I have ever purchased (that, and the fact that they were starting to get a little mildewed, and the style was that of the long-ago time when The Yard Man and I mutually answered a minister's questions with, I do!)]  The other two friends were discussing politics, or nature, or the nature of political persons with The Yard Man [actually, I have no idea what those men  were discussing] when my two female friends cast their eyes upon these shoes and exclaimed in a chorus, "THROW THEM OUT!!")
I suppose these friends, Dear Reader, are not of the most sentimental sort, but they are two of the very best that I've got!  I value their advice.  I carried that set of footwear directly to the garbage bin and pitched them in.


And, the next morning, I tried very hard not to give it a second thought as I covered those shoes over with trash and dragon fruit peelings.
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*"I want to see the shoes you wore to the wedding!" had requested my  out-of-town friend.

As you may have read, Dear Reader Dear, the wedding of my Dark-haired Daughter and David took place just weeks ago.  As fate would have it, the shoes I wore to that wedding had been shuffled away to a far corner of my closet (since they're summer shoes). As fate would have it further, I'd just done the shuffling on the prior day; I'd just been reminded of another pair of footwear dwelling in that far corner.  As fate would have it, my friend didn't specify which wedding.