Can’t do Everything.

Buddy Beth has been helping me out with the plantings in the garden. She stopped over on Sunday to do a few things and watched me walking about with my shoes untied. I tied them, then retied them, and then tied them again. I can do a clove hitch, bowline, tent hitch with one hand in the dark but I can’t tie my shoes. Cousin/brother Eugene taught me to tied them when I was very little except he put in an extra twirl which makes them a slip knot and they self-release in minutes. Usually, I get climbers sliders for my sneaks or I double tie them. In Asia, going in and out of Wats with shoes off and on, the latter is a pain. When I started school and kids were teasing, you can’t even tie your shoes yet….was heard. Of course I had been doing something with the laces several years before most of them knew where there feet were located, but it was another opportunity for me to feel inadequate=dumb. There have been very few times when I have fallen, but enough to remember Eugene. As Beth squatted down to tie my shoes, I thought ….I just gave a friend an opportunity to be a friend… Nice... and Thank you.