If there is a gene for loving to polish shoes I got it from my dad. (Hmmm…I wonder if any of my children got it from me? I hope so!) Although my dad was a mechanic and came home from work quite dirty, he was immaculate off the job. His clothes and shoes always looked perfect. I remember watching my him shine his shoes often. I learned to shine shoes from him. He never told me how to do it or how often, I learned by observing. I really enjoy polishing shoes and for many years tried to make it a weekly project, usually on Saturday night. I love seeing a row of freshly shined shoes.
Now, it doesn’t seem like Rick’s shoes need to be shined as often. I woke up quite early today (3:30am) and after reading for awhile and folding a load of clothes I thought I’d shine shoes. I love chores where I can see the fruits of my labors. For example, unloading the dishwasher = lame (I can’t see what I’ve accomplished the dishes and hidden by cupboard doors), loading the dishwasher = fabulous (Clean kitchen) and shining shoes = fabulous (shiny clean shoes on everyone’s feet)! Do you shine shoes?