Socks Suck
Ok, it has gotten so cold that I think I am going to have to start wearing socks. This has been an issue since I was a little girl. I think I wore shorts nearly all year long in Las Vegas, which is almost comfortably feasible with the exception of a few weeks. The exception includes the few occurrences of snow, which they saw again recenty.
Mom would never insist I wear pants, which I think I enjoyed most about our childhood. She let us do these basically harmless things when other parents would likely insist on having their way. She never made me put on long pants, even in Decemeber. She would just say I don’t know how you do it, you must be cold. Thinking back, I am pretty sure I was cold, although I didn’t mind being cold because I so much enjoyed the extra comfort of wearing shorts.
I can’t recall if my dislike for socks exisisted back then or not. Although at some point I pretty much ceased to wear socks, the only exception is with my running shoes. I wear dress shoes that comfortably fit my foot sans socks. Normally I do not think this gets any attention although it did the other day.
I met my client and the contractor at the site of a tenant improvement project that is finishing up. We walked the entire office space and then went to the roof to review the roof penetrations and make sure they were flashed correctly. I hate climbing the 30+ feet to the roof, although I try to not let anyone else know it. The ladder is constructed in 2 segments, the first 12 or so feet are straight up to a landing, and then the rest is straight up to the roof with the top part enclosed in a cage, a safety requirement in the building code.
I don’t mind the up part, its the adventure down which I don’t look forward to. Standing at the top hovering over the roof hatch I clumsily decide what to hold on to with my best grip possible and how to make myself put my foot into this dark hole which looks endless, even though I know it ends at a concrete floor. It was during this strange little dance that I do when my client exclaimed, “you aren’t wearing socks!” Given it was about 40 degrees outside he was stunned that while I adorned my north face jacket and scarf that my feet were foot loose in my shoes. I laughed and continued down, one rung at a time.
Now as I think about packing for a Reno Christmas I don’t even need mom to tell me to pack my socks, I know I am going to need them – burr, can’t wait for Spring.
