The past two weeks have been difficult. Downright awful.
Two of us down
with an unknown strain of flu. I had to make a trip the emergency room last
Sunday to stop out my siege of bronchitis.
Ahhh, but
things improved for two days and I gave thanks, cheered, got remembrance cards
off to all our kids and grands and greats.
ON l A l R.O.L.L.
Oops.
Celebrated too quickly. A second trip the the emergency room for me. Saturday
morning I woke up to the strangest sensations. Ended up—of all the weird things
for me whose blood pressure hovers at almost ZERO—I had severe high blood
pressure. Yeah. And I lost another whole day.
Goodness
sakes gracious alive.
I lost the energy and time to keep up and
totally forgot to write a joyful post for the fourth Sunday of Advent--
the pink candle--the Sunday to REJOICE--the
Sunday to celebrate JOY
I don’t even know where I am in my MUST DO LIST or my URGENT
LIST and I completely lost my
CAN NOT WAIT ANOTHER SECOND
LIST.
So, tonight is TIME OUT for FUN.
Christmas Sox.
I love Christmas socks.
Christmas hosiery is awesome.
However you spell it.
They fit. They are warm. They don’t roll
down to my ankles. My shoes don’t eat them.
I have tried ordinary sox after socks after footwear. Miserable.
Expensive ones. Cheap ones. Fuzzy, slick, thin, athletic, running,
sleeping, and knee-high ones.
- Now I have found socks that are comfy, cozy, contented, and cute.
- They shall become my go-to guys.
- My every-day-survival foot coverings.
- My keep-me-from-anguish solution.
- I will identified as:
“Liz. You know…that old
woman.
The CRAZY one who wears
Christmas socks ALL YEAR LONG.”
That’s okay. My Christmas socks stay where they belong.
My feet stay warm in my Christmas sox.
Christmas hosiery does not cut off the circulation in my legs.
Laugh if you will. Snicker if you must.
I shall NOT be daunted. This old woman will happily prance through the remaining years
of my life in COMFORT.
Hugs and Merry Christmas,
Liz
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