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Slippers

Like my slippers? See my toes poking through?

These are known in the apartment as the ‘Holy Slippers‘.

Think I need to buy another, nay, a new pair?

Some people think so: one person thought so. And bought these:

Nice slippers, but they haven’t been worn since the first day I donned them, I can’t remember whether the kind-hearted close relation bought them for my birthday or Christmas: they just didn’t feel right.
They are known as the ‘Not-4-Me Slippers‘.

Now, here you see where another very kind relative did some research from the inside of the Holy Slippers, which had been purchased maybe ten years before, but which were still being produced identically to the Holy Slippers. The kind relative purchased them for me – Amazon, of course.
These are called the ‘Unholy Slippers‘.

All of my family and my friends who are aware of the three pairs of slippers have, virtually the same opinion: garbage the Holy Slippers and donate the Not-4-Me Slippers.
That is not the opinion I hold.

My decision has been to, yes, donate the Not-4-Me Slippers.
BUT, keep the other pair!

Why, they – and you – ask?

It’s a simple answer. I have to take Polydextrose-Iron Complex, bought under the easier name of Feromax. However, I have to take them every other day, not every day. How do I remember which day?
I imagine you may have some pills which you have to take at different times, such as morning or evening, and you can’t remember whether you have taken it at that time. My family doctor even admitted to that.

Well, my solution is simple:
Imagine the Holy Slippers as being human and the hole representing an empty tummy. If I have been wearing them all day, I know that to satisfy the Holy Slippers hunger, I have to take my Feromax pill.
Now, at the end of that day and when I go to bed, I slide Holy Slippers back against the baseboard and put the Unholy Slippers by my bed for use the next day. The evening of that day, I know my Unholy Slippers have no hole in their tummy and they are not hungry, so I do not need to take a Feromax that evening.

It’s all so simple!

I will post more often, since I am totally retired now – finally, at age 91, after my wife and I started our company back in 1978.
Be well and keep well!

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