Thursday, October 25, 2018


I spent most of the morning walking around with what I thought was a tiny stone in my shoe. When I finally got annoyed enough to do something about it I discovered the pebble was actually an ocotillo thorn jabbing through the sole and insole, poking up about a quarter inch inside the shoe. I don’t know how the little piggy who had none avoided being stabbed.


  1. With my experience with thorns, I think you got really lucky.

  2. Reminds me of a story my 89 year old MIL told me how their parents hired a hand for the farm. Dinner came and the hand said his foot was sore from a rock in his shoe all day. Their mom fired the hand explaining if he's too dumb to remove the rock he wasn't worth keeping around! Kenny...