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Sunday, January 2nd, 2011 08:45 pm(Snorts gently) I have darned a sock and in consequence the world is mine. Well, at least, the grey wet wanhope and depression of the last few days has turned itself around and now I feel quite cheerful. (Look, darning a sock when you're astigmatic and cataracted is no mean feat. Requires bifocal contacts, reading glasses, strong light, and much swearing.) I also mended the collar of my coat, and then, inevitably, was moved to tidy and swifter the side bedroom and throw out handfuls of trash and scrub the bathroom sink. I *know* Clean All The Things is a fail-safe anti-depressant. I know; but I do not approve; and I am not resigned damned if I will even if it makes me feel better.
As to *why* I was darning a sock when socks can be had for nothing at the dollar store-- compression socks cannot, and cost $25 a pop. You betcha I darn them till there's nothing left to darn.
Actually was feeling better earlier after my mandatory morning walk. ( Two new things )
As to *why* I was darning a sock when socks can be had for nothing at the dollar store-- compression socks cannot, and cost $25 a pop. You betcha I darn them till there's nothing left to darn.
Actually was feeling better earlier after my mandatory morning walk. ( Two new things )
