By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
(My Photo ... my Footprints :)))
Dusty ... I looked around, deciding to get the little duster I kept for removing dust off the furniture.
Dust was everywhere. It was understandable as we live close to a busy, country highway. Farm equipment, trucks ... traffic.
I dusted all off ... I was glad to have it done. That's the one thing I 'hate' to do .... dust. I am the type of person who wants all to 'stay just as I make it when I clean up ... clean, 'perfect'. Of course, it doesn't.
I walked into the bathroom to wash my hands. I was looking in the mirror at my hair ... when the thought came to me ... I'm going to weigh. I should weigh more often, I thought.
I closed the door to get to the black, glass scale behind it. I stopped just as I almost closed the door. Amazing, I thought!
On the black glass scale was a perfect set of footprints! Small footprints ... my footprints! I stood there staring at them ... a silly thought came to mind. How could I preserve them? Who would I preserve them for? I laughed to myself ... you only do that with a child's footprints.
The footprints were so perfect there in the dust ... on the black glass scale; I didn't want to just dust them off ... I wanted to at least do something special with them. I mean who ever gets to see perfect footprints left ... on the scale?
I decided ... I would weigh them. I tapped my big toe on the edge of the scale to make it come on. I watched the zeros ... waited to see how much my footprints weighed. I can tell you firsthand ... my footprints didn't ... weigh anything!
And now you have a photo to keep forever ;)
ReplyDeleteNever thought about saving adult footprints!! Does sound interesting doesn't it? I wonder if you put melted wax on the scale and let it dry to become like a hard plastic, would that work to preserve the footprints? Well, it was a thought! Love, Ms. Nancy
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