An Ode To Fuzzy Socks

Today I’m thankful for warm socks.

I try to present my life as it is.  I make of it what I will and move on.  I do not look for pity.  With that, I’m sensitive to cold due to an autoimmune condition.  My joints get stiff and very painful.  Warmth helps keep them mobile, allowing me to keep working.  Winters where I live can get extremely cold because of the topography.  There is very little to slow or redirect the wind.

One of the best presents I’ve ever gotten was a variety of knitted woolen socks from my grandmother.  They were all colours and fit inside my boots.  She purchased them from a fair trade group, ensuring that the artisans received compensation for their work.  I think they were from somewhere in the Himalayas.  They know how to handle the cold there!

The socks were also very slippery on my uncarpeted floors.  I had more fun than I probably should have gliding up and down the hall.

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