I am knitting Footlets with the Lakeshore
Pondered what to do with old single socks.
Felt twinge of pain around my heart.
Realized I am emotionally connected to each sock I knit no matter how long ago.
Recalled how I wanted to turn a heel on my bucket list.
Rationalized that single socks in drawer are no longer a pair.
Contemplated keeping all single socks.
Imagined those socks in my casket someday.
Imagined family/friends shaking their heads and rolling their eyes instead of Kneeling prayerfully beside me.
Felt icky thinking about death.
Made decision to think only about
Also realized they cover your feet up in that casket.
Imagined socks in my hands instead of a rosary.
Made second decision to get off the coffin
Made mental note that Huck's ashes are going in that casket someday, hopefully a long long day from now.
Realized socks and Huck will be great companions along the journey to Heaven.
Decided to toss the single socks ......
Unable to do it.
Cut little hearts out of the felted single socks...
Planned to put them on packages for decor.
Decided this post was a direct result of Allison sending me a picture of her patient's tattoo:
a huge Herse
with the inscription:
Don't ever laugh when a herse goes by....
Recalled her patient was thrilled that Al knew the song and Al gave me all the credit.
Pondered: If the Long Island Medium ever comes to my family after my death, she will be really confused....
"Socks, was there something about socks?
I'm seeing beautiful socks..."