Lifecycle of Socks

I love to knit socks – in fact, they have become my comfort knitting. I almost always have a pair on the needles because they are a perfect in-between kind of knitting.

But even great socks get to the point where I am done with mending. Like these:

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Ok, that sock on the right? Well, I lost its mate in my move last year. So, technically still a great sock if I only had one foot. Those other two pairs? I am done, done, done with mending them.

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I’ve mended each of them multiple times, and extended their useful life by at least a couple of years. But no more. They do have one thing in common – they are made of yarn that is 100% wool, no nylon content at all. For the
non-sock knitters, that means that without the nylon to help with the abrasion of shoes and walking, they break down more easily.

So, where do good socks go to die in my household – well, I can’t just throw them away. And so it has come to pass, that I will be putting them aside for the annual dryer ball gift making in December. It turns out that cutting them into pieces and rolling them tightly makes a terrific core for wrapping beautiful roving around them. Like these:

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Box of Socks

I am about to send out a box of socks to Afghans for Afghans, so their life-cycle will not be evident to me, but that’s ok:

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I just finished up one more pair, so it will be 11 pairs of youth/adult socks and 3 pairs of newborn ones!

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Amid all these socks for other people, I did knit one pair for me!

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love this spring-like color way – the yarn is Regia 4 – Mosaic in the Istanbul color way, paired with Cascade heritage solids for the toes, heels and cuffs  in Blue -5604. Score another for the sock drawer!

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Let’s Pretend

As some of my readers know, I moved about 11 months ago, and in the process, brought my 2 cats to a new location, where, instead of a 2nd floor balcony, I have a 1st floor patio. Having had one cat disappear for over 3 weeks, I really didn’t want to let them roam. I tried putting Izzie on a harness, but she kept escaping it.

In looking at options, all of them would require a fair amount of cash layout, and since I’m only here for a couple of years, it seemed like a lot of bother, then my leg got injured and everything was put on hold.

For a number of months, we were in a detente mindset – I’d hang out with them on the patio, and try to prevent Izzie from jumping up on the top of the fence and roaming. I spent a lot of energy nagging her, and the second she jumped up she had to go in. Brandy seemed cool with hanging out. Here Izzie dreams of things beyond the fence.IMG_0962

Then I lost interest in trying to keep this all so boundaries. It turned out that when Izzie did escape, she only wanted to hang out ab0ut 20 minutes, and would come when called, and often just wanted to perch on the top of the fence to look at stuff. Brandy then got a bit adventurous and hopped up. And she comes even more quickly than Izzie (I suspect because she was lost for three weeks that time years ago and doesn’t want a repeat).

So now we are playing the game I call “Let’s Pretend.”

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I open the sliding door, and they go out. I pretend they will stay in, and then go looking for them if they go over the fence. Usually everyone is in the house with 5 minutes. It seems to be working.

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I went for a walk.

Over the weekend, while on a beautiful stretch of California coast, I went for a walk.

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It sounds so simple, so routine, but for me, over the past few months, going for a walk is something that was completely out of my wheelhouse. I had to save “steps” for the very functional parts of my life – doing the necessary stuff at home, standing briefly for work, so going for a walk, well, no.

I was feeling so much better that when I went on the trip, I even left the cane at home, which reminded me of this passage from the gospel of Mark:

“10 But so that you may know that the Son of Man has authority on earth to forgive sins”—he said to the paralytic— 11 “I say to you, stand up, take your mat and go to your home.” 12 And he stood up, and immediately took the mat and went out before all of them.”

When Jesus heals, things happen. And it’s not just that there is a physical healing, it’s a return to being in community – a restoration of relationships – being with family, finding a vocation, eating with folks.

I’m finding just this as I am getting better and better. As I’ve gotten out of the foggy meds phase, I can see all kinds of things that need repair and restoration in the rest of my life. My apartment got almost all unpacked when I was injured, but the stuff that didn’t makes it look like I haven’t unpacked. That new TV never got bought (although hey Hitachi – that 1984 solid state TV seems to be indestructible!) In my job, some things (and truthfully some people) were untended because of limited time for focused work, and now I am working that out.

I didn’t go on vacation except for one week after Christmas because I was feeling crappy and staying home seemed like a waste of good vacation time, so I’ll be doing two weeks of vacation that I really, really need to reconnect with family and friends. Oh, there’s also the need to start working out for real, which I think will only add to my quality of life.

True healing is like that – in truth, if one part of our lives is out of whack, it affects everything else. Health is an ecosystem, not just a body thing. Christian healing, unlike our medical system, is a holistic affair.

When I went on this trip over the weekend, I knew that I was going to really need to rest, but even my own assessment of this was actually underestimated. There was no big “plan” for the time, but I brought four knitting projects and a really good knitting book, along with a couple of great general interest books. What I didn’t know, and experienced, was that I needed true Sabbath, to just be and not even do a lot of knitting. I barely worked one sock the entire four days.

But I did go on a walk. And saw amazing sunsets, and even saw friends. Jesus would have called this healing work.


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