Monday, June 16, 2014

Socks, Lovely Socks


I drew socks the other day because I bought some socks for the Mama and me. They are just as colorful as the ones in the picture. The Husband bought socks, too. He was the instigator, which meant he needed socks and the Mama must have forgotten to give him socks for Christmas. Actually, it was more like she forgot to tell me that she wanted to buy his annual Christmas bunch of socks. I should've remembered, but I haven't been good in that department either.

A couple weeks ago, I forgot about the Mama's doctor appointment. At least, I remembered the following day and called the doctor's office. We went on Friday for his five-minute examination to make sure she is still ticking. Yup, she is indeed. Her blood count actually went up,  and her blood pressure is that of a spring chicken. The Mama also gained a pound. She'd been losing a pound every four months for the past two years so I was very happy to hear the nurse say she was 110. The Mama's reaction. "I'm eating too much." Yeah, right. What she is doing is eating regular servings of food more than usual. And, now that it's summer, she's snacking on fresh fruit more. Yay, fresh fruit!

Every day, the Mama comes in with a couple of apricots that have dropped from up high. As she hands them to me, I make a mental note to go with the Husband to look up high into the tree to see where the apricots are hiding. Of course I forget. As I'm writing this I now remember that I planned to prune the butterfly bush yesterday afternoon. All I can say is that last night I finally cooked the eggplants, okra, and leftover roasted chicken into a stew for dinner.

Let me get back to the subject of socks. I can't remember the last time I bought an article of clothing for myself, unless the Mama's Christmas clothing gift for me counts. She gave me a cute pleated denim blouse that we both agreed look nice on me. Our tastes in clothes are quite different. She likes structured, tailored clothes while I like mine free and flowing. This bunch of socks amazingly had styles and colors that match our tastes.

The Mama told me to pick my socks first, but I said nope to that. Making choices is difficult for her, even picking socks. But, she did it, with Molly the Cat watching intently. The Mama gave me the socks I like, which were the orange and blue colored socks. I knew she would like the red and black colored ones.

Molly the Cat? She only wear socks in my imagination. Though, maybe she wouldn't mind wearing socks upon her dainty paws, especially when she's traipsing around the Mama's boxes of sprouting vegetables. Maybe then she wouldn't leave evidence of having been where she is not supposed to be. The other day, the Mama asked Molly, "Was that you who pulled the flowers off the eggplants?"  Molly the Cat merely walked away, without saying a mew. I wonder if she'd like to wear a sock on her swishy tail.


17 comments:

  1. New socks feel wonderful, don't they?

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  2. Because our dog had such bad allergies over the summer, we put socks on her to stop her scratching herself. But we are so used to hearing her nails click on the floorboards when she walks that it got a bit scary -- she'd just suddenly pop up without us hearing her.

    I don't often wear socks but it's so cold here at the moment, I'm loving my big, fluffy bed socks.

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    1. Your dog scaring you would make a great animation. :-)

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  3. Colourful socks for a colourful person! I think that is what we all should buy. Never mind the basic black, blue and brown and grey but we should all have these great socks. I am glad your mama has gained a pound. If she wants I have a few to spare that I would love to give to her:)

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    1. You'll have to wait in line, Birgit, to donate your pounds. I want to give the Mama a few of my own. :-)

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  4. Cat tail socks! What a wonderful concept ... I nominate you to be the one to tell the cats though.

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    1. "Cat tail socks!" would be the perfect name for the brand, too. A world full of cats wearing socks on their tails. Love it!

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  5. I love crazy socks, I just don't wear them enough. It's a good reminder that there are some things we never need to take seriously.

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    1. I go mostly barefoot, but when I wear socks, I like them crazily colorful. :-)

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  6. I love your colorful socks illustration, and I own a lot of colorful socks myself. Wow, your mom is lucky she is 110. I had to work at it to finally get down to 130 recently after years of being around 150. I only did this by no longer eating bread and having potatoes and rice in its place.

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    1. Whoo-hooo! That's awesome. It took my 6 months to lose 20 pounds. I've got 30 pounds more to go. Slowly, but surely. I take the obstacles a day at a time. Right now, they're ice cream and beer.

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  7. Shared you cool and colorful socks on Pinterest because these are fun.

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  8. I buy random clothes for myself (usually on eBay, gently used, for $5 plus shipping) but I rarely buy essentials like socks and underwear. So every now and then I have to make myself make that trip to Target for a bag of socks. They're never as colorful as yours, though!

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    1. Costco is where I found this bunch of socks. Surprised me, too. :-)

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  9. Susie,

    What a fun story. I really enjoyed it! I love socks. What I don't like is pairing them all up after they've been through the washing machine, and deciding which socks belong to which girl. With 5 female sock wearers in the family, it can be a frustrating task. Perhaps we should all wear a different colour. "Green socks? Oh they're Mum's !"

    I'm glad to hear the Mama is well!

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