#932 Wearing sandals when you shouldn't be wearing sandals

I went to college in a small town that got hit hard by weather extremes.

In the Fall, the summer winds would quickly cool and sharpen, ripping into your cheeks on your way home from class, leaving them red and finely shredded, like you’d just applied blush with sandpaper.

In the Winter, the roads and sidewalks would be covered in piles of wet slush, little bombs of slippery ice-dirt and road salt that would explode onto your pants and shoes and leave nasty stains when they dried.

In the Spring the snow would melt away, leaving soggy grass everywhere. You would see that grass and think it was pretty solid, but your foot would just sink into it, cold little mud bubbles rising around your shoe from all directions and soaking right into your sock. It felt like you were walking on a peat bog covered in smushed worms and last year’s dog poo.

No, it wasn’t pretty.

My roommates and I were left with just two choices:

  1. Try to predict and adjust for the weather. You know, wear lots of layers, carry umbrellas on sunny days, build a collection of waterproof boots, and start using phrases like “bunker in” and “venture out.”
  2. Ignore it completely.

Well, we chose to ignore it. And we faced the consequences, let me tell you.

We got wind burn and had sleet slip down the back of our T-shirts. We would get massive dirt soakers and permanently stretch our socks peeling them off our feet at the front of our door. We got dry legs, we got bone chill, and brother, we got rain hair bad.

And eventually, we got good at ignoring it all.

My roommate Dee was the master of ignoring the weather, the biggest proof being that he wore sandals year round. Wind, snow, rain, it didn’t matter. “The toes need to breathe,” he’d say sternly, “breathe.” And he’d emphasize the point with a sturdy lip and a firm strapping of the Velcro. Then he’d slap on his heavy backpack, give you a wink, and trudge out into a blizzard, navigating ice patches and slush piles like a pro.

Sure, there was the occasional Bad Day that came with being chronically unprepared for Mother Nature’s worst blows, generally involving a dirty-puddle splashing all over your feet from a passing truck or maybe being unable to feel your toes until you put them in the toaster oven for twenty minutes. But we made it through.

And come on, there is something really nice about wearing sandals when you shouldn’t be wearing sandals. It’s liberation from shoe shackles, freedom from the oppressing sock, and a violent rebellion against those frostbite warnings on the weather channel.

People of the world, let’s face it: if we can come together to take down the shoe then really, nothing can stop us.

AWESOME!

Hello Muskokas!

I will be speaking at the Northwoods Muskoka Literary Festival this Friday in beautiful Huntsville, Ontario. Hope to see you there and see details on the festival here!

Neil

 

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  1. Neil, it’s announcements like this that make me regret living aaaaaaall the way down here in Australia. :p

  2. PS
    See your dermatologist,
    Looks like you have got nail-fungus
    Take Care
    Dr Ron Yaniv
    Holly land

  3. I like to go barefoot. Yes, even in the snow. I do wear sandles when sandles shouldn’t be worn, until my kids complain that I’m wearing them and they can’t. Then I switch shoes.

  4. wendy

    Barefoot is better. Why wreck a good pair of sandals!

  5. Sara Mc

    I thought Oklahoma weather was fierce. You make it sound down right pleasant compared to Canadian weather – YIKES!

  6. Max

    I’m not really much of a sandals kind of guy. I wish I was, but for some reason I just don’t really like them. C’est la vie. But I really like walking around barefoot. Especially in summer.

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  8. Life is Too Short

    I love going to beach the first couple weeks in September but it makes it hard to come back north and transition right into shoes for work! We’ll see what happens when my 3 year old figures out I’m still wearing sandals!

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  10. I used to live in a small college town and no matter the weather, there were always students out & about in sandals and shorts. Snow could be blowing around 20 degree skies, yet there were those determined ones walking downtown ignoring the weather! LOL! Me? I just can’t do it…my toes get cold! But ya gotta respect the weather ignorers…a rare breed, methinks.