For the past week or two, I've been ripping out closets; doing the demolition, repairing the walls, painting, and installing a new closet "system."
At the same time, in my spare time, I've been editing old blogs.
Which brings me to a strange coincidence.
In order to rip out the closets, I needed to remove everything and put it somewhere else. Clothes went one place, linens went another, and shoes went into big sacks.
But, since Gregg still needed access to his shoes (gotta put something on those feet to go to work), he took a few pair and lined them up in a row in the room he refers to as his 'study.' Last night after coming home from work, Gregg went upstairs to change out of his suit and to leave his work shoes with their brethren in a row in his study. When he came back down, he had news.
"My tassels are gone," he said calmly.
"You're kidding," I said, laughing.
Ray hadn't touched a shoe in forever.
Here's the coincidence part -
Yesterday, I was editing a blog called Fourth of July Fun where I had pointed out for the first time that Ray had a shoe fetish. Although I haven't gotten yet to the blogs about Ray's preference for Gregg's tasseled loafers, I thought it was a very strange coincidence that I would be editing a blog about Ray's penchant for shoes on the very day he chose to demonstrate it.