Reflecting on Socks

Recently, I needed to shop for socks. The cold January weather required me to replace the knee socks with the holes in the heels. I browsed through the hosiery section of a local store, ignoring the cheap (foreign) brands that don’t last and finally chose an American brand which was more expensive, but on sale. What surprised me was how excited I was about my new socks. I mean, when I was younger, I really didn’t think much about socks. Today I truly enjoyed putting on a pair of new socks, admiring the pattern. What does this say about me? I’m getting old and boring? That I really need to find a job? Oh well, I’m off to stare at my socks some more. . .