Socks

A day can be made or broken by the early morning selection of socks.  Two favorite pairs of running socks are carefully kept track of by this laundress - Nike, white, not too thick, tight enough to not slip down over the heel during a run and long enough to stretch over the massive length of my size 9 foot.  Yes, I'm short with a very secure foundation.  Nothing ruins the experience of fresh air, invigorating exercise, and scenic miles passing by like the frustration of stopping, unlacing shoes, and yanking up socks.  Usually an effort is made to do the yank without the unlacing, but the result is often a thumb through the side of the sock.

Dress socks for work must be mostly cotton and not too high or too tight.  It's maddening when the sock over the calf makes pants perch about 5 inches from floor length, so about 6 inches above ankle is just right.  Favorites are the 49 cent bin finds at the grocery store.  Midday relief has been sought by scissors slicing through the top band of anything too tight.  Then sorrow is felt for the assaulted sock when none can be found to match.

Although there is a deep love for just the right sock, freedom from socks is liberating in the spring when socks will no longer be necessary.  Raising 4 kids and keeping up with the accompanying laundry taught this mother to lose the socks early in the Spring, hiding them when necessary, to alleviate the constant washing, sorting, and storing.  Welcome Spring - watch out Garth!