Socks With Sandals...The Struggle Is Real

 The debate rages on, generation after generation (not quite sure if that's true...). Should grown men wear socks with sandals? 

There's the obvious answer...NO. But, if that's so obvious, why are there so many men wearing socks with their sandals out there? That's a fair question. I've had my pair of Birkenstocks for at least 30 years. I bought them in Europe, I think, however, I could have gotten them here--either way, I know they were on sale because I would not pay full price. I'm thinking they were picked up when I was on a college choir tour back in 1992.

They've sat in various closets ever since.

I liked them, don't get me wrong, but I wasn't the biggest fan. The leather would stick to the top of my feet when the weather heated up, and you're only wearing sandals in the summer, so...a constant problem. About a week ago I saw the sandals so I tried them on. They felt good. They felt really good, so much so, I kept them on that day, and the next, and the next. They're a good "walking around the house" shoe. Plus, because of all the snow shoveling we did last winter, there are some shoes that I can no longer wear. The Birks are good to go.

I snapped a picture and posted it on social media. The response was, in a word, surprising. I got comment after comment, both pro socks w/sandals and against socks w/sandals. Just for fun, I posted another picture a few days later sans sandals...got a lot of comments from that, too.

My personal preference is to wear the socks with the Birkenstocks. Since I'm mostly at home anyways, it won't be too shocking. Plus, for me, it's just more comfortable.

And, isn't that supposed to be more important than...well, other factors?

The Struggle...Is Real

We've had the inflatable nativity scene for years. We don't do a lot of Christmas Decorating, but we saw the nativity in a store and thought it was perfect. Over the years, a few of the lights in the display have burned out and I haven't been able to replace them. I suppose in a few more years, the remaining lights will go and we'll have to make a decision.

It seems everyone in my home state has shown pictures on social media from a much-needed show storm that blew in last night. The pictures--for the most part--were beautiful, but I'm a sucker for a good winter landscape. In the past, we've been able to set up our inflatable nativity scene close to the house, someplace we could get to. With the new house, we found a place that's a little more out of the way.

Last night's storm covered everything in white, cars, streets, sidewalks, tumbleweeds, even Christmas decorations. After a few hours in the sun, I thought enough snow had melted off the display so I turned on the power and watched...

The struggle is real.

Mary made the most progress. She rose about halfway, but Joseph and the manager kept her down. Now, I could have walked through the snow and smacked the display a few times. It would have popped right up.

 Did I do that?

Nope.

I stood on our porch and threw chunks of snow at the thing until it rose like a frozen phoenix.

I know, it's not much of a story, but I thought it was fun and I had a good time taking shots at the Holy Family.