Oh boots, where art thou??
(sing to the tune-Oh where oh where has my little dog gone)
Oh where oh where have my new boots gone?
oh where o where can they be?
they were fuzzy and warm
perfect for any storm
oh where o where can they be….
Ok now the boots are pretty large, Bearpaw boots to be exact. I picked them out, as a gift from my husband for Christmas. My other tall, sheepskin lined ones have no more tread on them. I needed the boots. We live in the Catskill Mountains where we get plenty of cold weather and snow. Warm boots are a necessity.
We left for the Christmas vacation early Sunday morning, heading downstate to Long Island to visit family and friends. I thought we brought the boots, but had no need for them, it was unseasonably warm down there .My husband “thinks” he put the boots into the car somewhere. I think he did too. He had to rearrange the trunk and car more than once though. As we drove various friends and relatives around with us we moved this and that here and there. Loads of gifts, packed,unpacked and shifted around. Could they have been left on the street? Could they have been removed one time when the car was left opened? It is a puzzlement.
We came home and unpacked the trunk, they weren’t there. We tore the house apart looking. No boots under any beds,in any closets, upstairs, downstairs, outside. I have prayed to Saint Anthony,he seldom let’s me down. Still no boots. We fought about it, playing the blame game for awhile. I think we were both getting frustrated too with losing our sense of recall more often these days.What the Hell could have happened!!!
I have to let it go.
Hopefully, if they were left out on the street, or taken, whoever has them now, wanted and needed them more than me.
although I have to admit I’m still singing “oh where oh where can they be”..