I Tried To Weigh My … Footprints … Today
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 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!