The Loss of Christmas Socks

 

I was looking in my dresser drawer today for a pair of socks with little grips on the bottom.  Hot, pink, ankle socks. My intention was to give to a friend who my husband, the man reported was slipping and sliding in her pretty, silver toned socks. She shares lots in her conversations with us.  I figured she could wear the pink anklet socks over her silver pair when she needed to pad off somewhere without her shoes.  I located one sock.  In my reaching for the pink socks, I re-discovered my Christmas socks.  I had forgotten all about them.  Really, they had gone out of the dusty realm of my brain.

I guess it is hard to be in the Christmas spirit when you worry each day whether you will be exposed at work to someone with Covid.  Plus, I am alone in an office by myself.  What is the point?  No one to ooh and aw over my socks though mainly I wear them for my benefit.  I like to look at them without my shoes on. About that, I, now have plantar fasciitis.  I am walking about my house in sturdy shoes which does leave much time for sock gazing. 

What else have I lost?  A good general piece of mind.  Gone.  Somedays, I find it though it is hiding much better than it used to.  I have moments of clarity.  Thank goodness for those moments.  Generally, when I am drinking a good cup of tea or listening to classical music as I read or the quiet of the house with birds trilling, chatting outside to break the silence.  There are birds at work on the rooftop.  I hear them rustling about, talking.  It is enough to bring smiles to my face, letting me think, oh, you lovelies. There is my clarity of spirit.  All is well.

I have gained a lot this morning.  It is a day off!  I have enjoyed several different cups of tea. I went on an errand to bank taking only twenty minutes versus the hour it took the last time I went.  They encourage on line banking but if you want real money, you still need to go to the bank.  Teller or ATM, it is a long, long line.  I was lucky and was able to have another cup of tea before my massage appointment.  Just letting the tea percolate through my body.  Another score, my massage is now fifteen minutes later.  My bladder, I am sure will be thankful.

Guess what?  I am writing.  I went to bed at six-thirty pm last night.  I am not working.  I was inspired.  I just might gain lots of moments of clarity today.  Hey, it is a good day.