I finally started running again this week. Hooray me! I can almost hear the sigh of relief from the seams of my jeans. Things were getting a little (okay – a lot!) tight. Running usually clears my head, gives me time to process thoughts and sometimes sparks a great idea. I think I have waaayy too much to process lately because running is just not cutting it. My brain is such a jumble. Maybe writing will help? I don’t know.
I thought I would give it a try. I sat staring at my saved list with my four or five drafts staring back at me. I did not have a feel for any of them, yet I did not know what I wanted to newly write about. I then glanced down the bed at my feet (yes, I’m in bed at 8 PM). My feet clad in the biggest, wooliest, blue socks ever. Don’t hold me to that, but they are pretty big and blue. See my photo.
Now I tried to pose my feet in the photo so that it did appear that I have ankles. No dice. I do have skinny Nish ankles under there – I swear. The socks are just that big. Why am I wearing such big socks, you ask?
These socks were made by my Granny for my Grandpops. Now Grandpops was not the smallest guy around. He was well over 6 feet tall with a size 13 shoe. He was one large dude. He used to wear a hat that said F.B.I. which in the days before Facebook meant F@c$ing Big Indian.
Now I loved these socks since the day my Granny made them. I am now wondering why I never just asked Granny to make my own pair for a 5’8″, size 8 shoed girl. I guess I didn’t need to because my Grandpops passed not too long after the socks were made and passed on to me. I’m also actually glad that I never did ask for my own socks. For these giant socks bring me comfort.
I wear these socks when I’m sick. I wear these socks when I’m sad. I wear these socks when I’m relaxing in front of the fire knitting or reading. You get the picture.
The reason that these socks are out again was because I was cold. It has been colder than usual here in the GTA and my bed was freezing! I got up and pulled on the socks. I slid back under the covers and had the sleep only a child has. That’s the power of the socks. They bring so much comfort from a time when I was young and my Granny and Grandpops were still here with us.
Maybe that’s the true reason the socks are out. I just need some comfort to ease my jumbled mind.