Summer Socks

A friend posted on Facebook about making "summer socks," so I asked what they were. 

She answered by sharing this link, which included several steps for improving your feet for summer.  Of the process, the write shares about "summer socks."  In short, you take a pair of old no-show socks, cut out the toe half then slip them on to heals covered in vaseline, lotion or whatever your emollient of choice.  According to my friend, your feet do not get hot while sleeping in them - which is my number one reason for not sleeping in socks.

So, I was inspired...I found a pair of socks in my sock bin for my project.  My friend suggested cutting the socks at my arch.  Here's the problem with that - I don't have one.  I swear my feet are so flat, they invert.  Problem two, I get more movement when I sleep than I probably do awake, so I was worried about the socks rolling up in the night and just being around my ankles.

As a solution, I cut more of a flip-flop shape at the toe area, leaving about 1/4" of fabric to go between my first and second toes.  Voila - they worked beautifully!  I slathered on some Vicks (I've had some slight congestion with summer allergies), slipped on my flip-flop socks and was comfy all evening.  Sadly, I cut one string too narrow and it broke between my toes.  I'm already plotting to do this with another pair making some improvements to my revised design.

Before panic sets in, the wilted plant is fine.  Just needed some water.  What?  You were more concerned by the thing on my toe?  No worries, it's henna. 

Summermiah?

Most of my life, I've heard, seen and read numerous people claim Jeremiah 29:11, "For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." as their verse.  The motto for their trust and faith, if you will.  They wear it, scream it, whisper it, pray it and update FB and/or twitter with it.  It's the signature in emails and clung to when the world doesn't make sense.

I've been pondering this verse for a while now, and forgive me if it seems to be sacrilegious, but how does anyone know that this verse wasn't intended for Jeremiah alone?  For that matter, how do we know that any of the verses written as conversation, be it as assurance or instruction, are meant for us to also take heart in? 

Odd Always Odd

I have had more than a handful of people make remarks in the last few months about how lucky I am to:

1.  not have to share a closet
2.  not have to share a bathroom
3.  not have to check-in/consider anyone else when making plans
4.  not have anyone else involved in my finances

as if this is the life I dreamed about when I was a little girl.  While I'm trying hard to be grateful every day and to garner any contentment and satisfaction from the blessings I have, make no mistake, I do not choose to be alone in this world.  I wish I did.  Then, I wouldn't resent fairy tales, reality shows like the Bachelor(ette) and all the lovey-dovey folks I encounter regularly.  I wouldn't feel looked over, rejected, incredibly disappointed and like the permanent odd in a world full of evens.

Tap tap tap...

Is this thing still on?

It's been so long since I last posted, that any apology or excuse I make would be an insult to anyone reading this post, so I'll refrain and simply jump in...

Life has been happening.  Traveling, softball, t-ball and lots of swimming is where my time has been spent.

Sadly, death has happened too.  A co-worker lost her husband of 22 years in a tragic accident last weekend.  I am really proud of all the ways our corporate staff has pulled together in support of her.  Without blinking, everyone has picked up some area of her responsibilities to allow her the time she needs to figure out her and her son's new world.

With the nature of my job, as well as our relationship, I have visited often to deliver food, paperwork and the like to her.  I've seen very few people as heartbroken as she is.  My cousin who lost her husband to a heart attack at 42 and my uncle who lost my aunt last October are it.  From all appearances, they all had very similar love stories.  When I think of any of them, the other is immediately involved.  They were so connected that it was a struggle to see them as individuals.

Today, while visiting my co-worker, she said several had asked if she had any regrets.  Her answer, "only that he isn't here.  I never felt anything less than fully loved by him."  I told her I knew he had to feel the same - and that is beautiful.  That folks, is the real-life fairy tale.  Sure they had struggles, but through them all, they were loved by each other unconditionally.  And while their time together was cut short, they are so lucky to have had that kind of love. 

It's not available to everyone.