Sock Talk

Sock #1: Hmmmm...this is interesting. What exactly are you supposed to be?

Sock #2: Hi there! I'm Sock #2 and I'm going to be your new bestest friend!

S1: Really? Up until now I've worked alone. What exactly is it that you think you can bring to the party?

S2: Well, without me you'll never see the light of day! I'm the second of the pair. We'll be a team. You know...like Starsky and Hutch. Or Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid. Ooo, ooo, I know! We'll become superhero socks and fight crime!!! This is gonna be great!

S1: You don't even have a toe.

S2: I will. The knitter promised. She is working frantically, I tellya! Any day now, we will be a pair!

S1: Still not seeing it. And what the heck is going on with your heel?

S2: Um...yeah. That is something that the knitter said a few bad words over. Then she sighed and said something like, "Screw it. It's gonna be inside my shoe anyway."

S1: I see. How do you live with that? I mean, it so...glaring and unsightly.

S2: Really? She also said that my weirdly picked up stitches would match yours quite nicely.

S1: That was uncalled for!!! Besides, I think we know who the favorite is here. She finished me in just under a week, I'll have you know.

S2: Well, my cuff is longer!

S1: And that is something that socks of class do not discuss in polite society. Why don't we just agree to live on different sides of the sock drawer and be done with it?

S2: Fine by me! You first-done socks are all alike, thinking you're so much better than the second!

S1: And don't even think about the right foot. That is mine! I laid claim to the right foot a week ago and I won't have some first sock wannabe moving in on my territory!!!



I'm sure they will work it out. And, even if they don't, they will still be on my feet within days if I keep up the knitting. It has gotten mighty chilly up here in the great state of Maine and warm socks are called for. We are currently at 19 degrees Fahrenheit and that's not counting the wind chill. Every day I wander out and the cranky truck actually starts is further proof that the universe is not out to get me. This morning was particularly dicey. I decided to try another grocery shopping day experiment and was out the door at 8:00 in the morning to see how I might fare with the Saturday shopping. And it was cold!!! I'm talking hurts to breathe, boogers freezing in the nostrils, gosh-I-wish-I'd-dried-my-hair-for-another-minute-'cuz-now-I-think-it's-gonna-break-off kind of cold. For all that, though, the shopping was quite delightful. The parking lot was virtually empty and the aisles were free of stockboys and confused patrons. I think I may have a winner, here. I'll keep up with the experiments, but thus far this has been the best of the marketing trial runs.

Maybe next weekend I can take the socks out for a grocery shopping field trip. If they can behave, that is. Nothing worse than bickering socks at the supermarket...

SA