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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I Come From The Land Of Ice And Snow

Today I’m thankful for Reykjavik.

I spent four days in Reykjavik in 2014.  Icelandair ran a wildly inexpensive promotion.  I’d planned to travel on my own but as soon as I told my mother she asked to come along.  She is a great traveling companion so I really didn’t mind.  She broke her fibula about four weeks before our travel date.  The woman is made of stern enough stuff that she still came, fracture and all!

Iceland doesn’t feel entirely real.  It’s difficult to describe.  There are very few trees.  The city of Reykjavik is spotless.  Most of the buildings are clad in metal against the climate, but they are painted numerous cheerful colors.  I felt like I was in a well designed saga whichever direction I turned.  The people were reserved but very helpful.  My hair was almost sparkly after being washed because the city water is from actual glaciers and hot springs.  Even the snow was picturesque.  It was an special trip.