How stressful are socks?
A long, long time ago...what feels like a lifetime ago...
A working woman decided to "take back her life". She officially gave up all socks, except black. She decided that all socks in her home would be black and they would all match. One trip to Walmart was all it took. She secretly snickered at all of the people who continued to fill their lives with the stress of finding matching socks. When they were washed, they were jammed into the newly declared "black sock drawer". They were not folded and there was always a mate to be found. Any socks with holes were discarded and a new mate was easy to locate. Thereby, gaining back all of the exaspirating time it took in the morning to locate missing socks and banishing all worn out socks to the trash. And this woman persuaded her beloved to also wear only black socks. And they were happy. Their life was now uncomplicated by socks.
And then a little boy was born.
His socks were not black. They were little bitty socks. They were hundreds of different colours and patterns. They got between the cushions in the sofa. There were argyle and trains and stripes and patterns and cute. They fell off onto the floor and into the street. They consumed her laundry because the mate could not always be located because little socks can become trapped within the recesses of the washer and dryer.
And that woman...well, she had to admit that these little socks were worth all of the effort. Because little socks, they mean little feet. And little feet don't last forever. Especially when your Pa is a size 12.
Black socks,
They never get dirty,
The longer you wear them,
The stronger they get,
Sometimes, I think I should wash them,
But something keeps telling me,
Oh no! Not yet, not yet, not yet.
A working woman decided to "take back her life". She officially gave up all socks, except black. She decided that all socks in her home would be black and they would all match. One trip to Walmart was all it took. She secretly snickered at all of the people who continued to fill their lives with the stress of finding matching socks. When they were washed, they were jammed into the newly declared "black sock drawer". They were not folded and there was always a mate to be found. Any socks with holes were discarded and a new mate was easy to locate. Thereby, gaining back all of the exaspirating time it took in the morning to locate missing socks and banishing all worn out socks to the trash. And this woman persuaded her beloved to also wear only black socks. And they were happy. Their life was now uncomplicated by socks.
And then a little boy was born.
His socks were not black. They were little bitty socks. They were hundreds of different colours and patterns. They got between the cushions in the sofa. There were argyle and trains and stripes and patterns and cute. They fell off onto the floor and into the street. They consumed her laundry because the mate could not always be located because little socks can become trapped within the recesses of the washer and dryer.
And that woman...well, she had to admit that these little socks were worth all of the effort. Because little socks, they mean little feet. And little feet don't last forever. Especially when your Pa is a size 12.
Black socks,
They never get dirty,
The longer you wear them,
The stronger they get,
Sometimes, I think I should wash them,
But something keeps telling me,
Oh no! Not yet, not yet, not yet.
posted by Like duh! @ 12:54 a.m.
3 Comments:
At 8:18 a.m.,
Anonymous said…
Ma...where do you come up with this stuff?? ;o) Your humour starts my day on the right foot, and for that, I thank you! You always manage to shed a new light on everyday (sometimes boring) happenings that the rest of us take for granted and never really think about!
I am glad to see your humour hasn't left you after everything you have been through!
I'd love to join your La Laundry League! Once the machines are rolling we should just sit back and read trashy tabloids, eat junk, gossip about everyone else and wait....until we can start all over again with a new load! (Lord knows there is enough laundry to do this for a few weeks at least!!)
At 11:57 a.m.,
Anonymous said…
Hi Ma! The girls at Girl Guides would be so pleased to hear you singing that song. We will dedicate that one to you next Monday night! I will tell them that we can ONLY sing the Black socks version for you - no stripes, etc. Glad that you still find so much humour in the world around. It is always an enjoyable time reading what you've written. i was also going to tell you, that you can call me, no matter what time of night or day if you ever just need to talk. When I'm home alone during the week, I always love to hear from people, no matter the time! Lots of love to you guys!
Love Auntie Kris
At 2:01 p.m.,
Anonymous said…
Nice one Ma...
I've tried to follow your progress thru this wonderful page you have created here. Good to see you are doing well.
and... you can never win with socks, even if they are all black you will always have one sitting on top of the dresser waiting for a mate.
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