December 28, 2011

This year I received three pair of Happy Socks from my daughter Angela for Christmas. I took this as a sign that it would not be an embarrassment to her if I resumed my Happy Sock Saga of last year.

Being an ordinary person, I do mostly boring ordinary things. Today I donned my first pair and headed to the fieldhouse at GVSU to walk my usual three miles. I was careful to match the happy blue, pink and purple socks with coordinating purple sweat pants and a pink top so as I would be less noticeable and blend in at the gym.   I really doubt that those eighteen to twenty year olds give a rip as to what a sixty five year old lady is wearing. That's one of those advantages of being old.  You really don't care what they think. Anyway, why would anyone notice me when there is always a couple of young fillies bouncing by in see through tee shirts and tight short shorts?

At first both socks behaved well. I supposed they were excited to get a ride in my new Town and Country mini van. Right after parking as I started walking up to the gym Left Happy Sock began acting up and gave me the cold toe. However, he quickly turned from a cold toe to a warm happy toe when the note on the entrance door read "Closed for floor resurfacing". I had had my suspicions that he was a confirmed couch potato. Those Left Happy Socks are usually lazy and obnoxious. I'm betting that he was thinking he would spend the afternoon doing a few emails and reading.

Right Happy Sock had different ideas. We went home and after a walk through the hosta garden,  put on an old shirt and began tiling the basement ledge. The tile had layed dormant at the bottom of a large storage cupboard in my plant room for a couple of years. It was rediscovered Monday when finally after a year and a half of retirement I got around to sorting out the cupboard. I had spent the entire day sorting various crafting materials into bins and labeling them. I now have bins of card making, soap making, candle making, flower arranging supplies, and on and on. Sure hope my retirement is long enough to use them all. I have promised my kids that I will rid myself and them of most of what they call my junk before the End comes. The tiling did not go as easily as Right Happy Sock had hoped. The several year old adhesive had become very thick and difficult to spread. It took longer than expected (Home improvement jobs always do) and Left Happy Sock kept wanting to sit down. He didn't get his way. We ran out of adhesive just in time to clean up and change to go out to supper.

Around six thirty Rich, my husband, and I wearing my Happy Socks joined our Goldwing group at Mancino's in Grand Haven for pizza and grinders. Seventeen of us gorged ourselves family style while discussing our Christmases, motorcycles and the weather. Since the weather has been in the forties and no snow, several had ridden their bikes on Monday or Tuesday. One couple rode over a hundred miles. Secretly wearing my Happy Socks I enjoyed myself and Left Happy Sock finally got to sit down.