I put on my boots today

Reaching into my closet while squeezed between the rocking chair and the closet door may not have been the greatest idea. I was stiff and hurting if not from the Parkinsons Disease which is progressing  through  my body, then the 30 minutes on the bicycle trainer at 80 rpm or higher.  I wanted my boots, my hiking boots. But I was getting myself stuck.. I put them on once a few months ago then hid them away where I could not see them, under the  sweaters and blouses hung there in hopes I will be able to fit in them again.  The boots called to me, " come wear me" . "Walk me over hills, through  vineyards and on the hard pavement and cracked sidewalks of city streets. ". The insides felt so familiar to my feet.  I needed that comfortable supportive   feeling.  The smoothness of the custom orthotics took away the tingling in the bottoms of my feet.  So thats where they  had been hiding.  These nice boots that had protected my feet while  walking on the GR 65 the Chemin le Puy from Montcuq, France to Roncesvaile Spain, in the spring of 2013.  I had very few blisters wearing these Keens.   Do they have another go round left in them?  Do I ?

It turns out that the old friends are too worn.  They helped my body get through all that mud on GR 65 in 2013 and the wonderful mud, as (facial mudd is supposed to do,) closed up the pores (in this case the breathability pores in the boot membranes). 
Will the new blue made in USA Keens be the ones? Will they provide as good as  "understanding" as the old ones.  Will they reveal to me their heart and sole?  Will they say "Don't tread on me" when someone with large feet gets too close.  Boots are such a personal thing...you can't go out and buy them for another person.  The new blue Keens and I are dating.  If they dont work out in some training hikes they can be returned.