Before I write anything I need to state two things. One, I really do like Corvallis, and two, I have nothing against hippies. It's a nice town with lots of nice people and it's clean and pretty. With that said I am always complaining to Daniel about how many hippies live here. I'm not talking about the younger generation of so called "hippies." I'm talking about 50 and 60 year old, flower child, "make love not war people." Saturdays market is a lot different crowd here than it is in Hillsboro. A typical woman would be wearing a long floral, or other patterned skirt, long unbrushed hair, and I can't even begin to say how much leg and armpit hair I have seen. Men are usually wearing linen or khaki pants rolled up to their mid calf, a button up shirt, either unbuttoned or only buttoned enough so you can still observe their manly chest hair. Now this is all fine. The part I can't handle is that they all walk around without any shoes on. I don't know why this bothers me so much. Maybe I have a foot phobia, or maybe it just bothers me that we are in a public area shopping around for fresh produce and all you can see is armpit hair and bare, calloused, and most likely stinky feet. Well I am not one to hold much in, so poor Daniel has to listen to me complain every time we go to the market.
Now I bring you to today. Daniel took the car to work because he had left his bike there on Friday and I didn't want to wake Isaiah up to take him this morning. The plan was Isaiah and I would take the bus downtown and meet him for lunch so I could get the car. One of our very nice neighbors spotted us at the bus stop and offered to take us to town. He was going to a bike shop that was right across the street from a very cool toy store so Isaiah and I decided to go there and wait for Daniel to pick us up for lunch. As soon as we were in the store Isaiah took off to look at and play with all the toys. I wandered over to the book section to see if there were any cool new children's books. After about five minutes Daniel showed up and came inside. I walked over to find him laughing and pointing at the floor. I gasped as I saw Isaiah's green flip flops lying on the ground without his feet inside of them! It seems Isaiah likes the whole idea of freeing your feet. All I know is we are out of here if Daniel starts baring his chest hair (the little that his has), and I have armpit hair so long you can braid it!
5 comments:
I love that you are a blogger now!! Yay! You seem to disappear and then reappear every couple of years and know I will be able to keep track of yoU!! And you can keep track of mE!
That is so true. I've lived here for 15 years and am still annoyed with the hippies.
That armpit hair braid is not a pretty visual.
steph you are a crack-up!! and don't think that your the only ones facing the armpit hair/ tie-dye/birkestock issue. trust me! we've got PLENTY of that on our own down here in our lovely state capitol.
I laughed so hard when I read this. So true, so true. I came from So Cal where we grew up barefoot all the time, as a mom though, I am constantly telling my kids to get their shoes on!
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