I have been meaning to go through my sock drawer for a few months now. For Christmas I got 5 pairs of new socks and just recently was gifted some Sesame Street socks to match Marceline’s Sesame Street socks, leading to sock drawer overload.
I dumped my sock drawer on the floor and decided to weed out unmatched socks, but that equated to three solo socks, so something more needed to be done.
I switched tactics and started putting socks I would keep back in the drawer and created a giant toss pile.
None of these socks have holes in them, but most have stretched out elastic creating neverending floppy sock, or are really thin and not worth keeping. Even my old favorites like Space Invader socks and robot socks are getting tossed.
But… That still leaves me with 39 Pairs of socks, which seems extreme. This doesn’t count the running socks I have either, those are in another drawer.
How many pairs of socks do adults have? It has to be less than 39 pairs.
Several years ago I bought this trinket for my desk at work. It was labeled the ‘Unknown Pig’.
I found it at the Craft & Antique Co-op in Painesville, Ohio. It is a neat, huge store that has anything you could want from furniture, to candy, to baseball cards, old and new toys, perfumes and more.
I think I paid two or three dollars for it, but a sticker on the bottom says it was being sold for $24.99, which seems a lot for a trinket, but it is unique.
It was something different that kids and parents found odd on my desk, but I think it added a lot. It’s on my desk at home right, when not carried off by Marceline.
Marceline was born almost two years ago. I looked pretty respectable, younger than my 40 years of age.
Two years later and I’m not quite a disheveled hobo. My hair is longer than it has ever been (I think…or it’s close), I haven’t had a clean shave in over a year (although I trim it up some), and my gray hairs are pervasive.
Everything else is the same. I’m the same weight, give or take a few pounds depending on the week. I probably exercise more right now, eat more homemade meals and less junk (again depends on the week – KLD and my birthday in the same week… Guess who binges).
Oh… And I don’t work so that probably accounts for a lot of the above, but I like the idea that I will look totally different across two births only two years apart.
Marceline and I were shoveling the driveway yesterday so that Sam could get out safely and her evening trip to the store. Despite it only being 24° f outside, we had a blast and stayed outside for quite a bit.
Even though it hasn’t been above freezing in weeks, because the front of our house gets so much sun we’ve had a lot of snow thawing and freezing on a roof lately, and the ice has been clogging our gutters leading to long icicles.
I knocked a few down for marceline. She carried them around the whole time we were outside. Only letting go of them to bend down and pick up snowballs to throw back on the ground just like grampy had taught her two weeks ago.
She refused to leave them outside and brought them inside with her after we had finished shoveling.
I gave her a tupperware container to put them in and she grabbed a spoon and started stirring and said “I’m cooking I’m cooking,” before disappearing into the house with the container.
Several times last night I walked around the house looking for this container afraid I was going to wake up to find a giant wet spot on the ground from melted icicles. I accepted my fate around 10:30pm and went to bed.
To my surprise (and thankfully not horror) Marceline had set it upright on the couch and it stayed that way all night. When Marceline saw it this morning she gave it a few more stirs again claiming to be cooking before we dumped it down the drain.
I’m further ingratiating Marceline to my personal holiday today. She’s heard nothing but Kenny Loggins all day long, with a brief interlude for some songs by Elmo.
I also made my annual Kenny Loggins day chocolate chip cookie cake. Came out fantastic as always.
I keep saying next year I’ll dedicate more time to Kenny Loggins day, but these last couple years January and February have been pretty busy months.
Maybe next year I can refresh my Kenny Loggins day promo materials.
I’ve been trying to figure out what my comfort level is. What brings me comfort – aside from family and friends obviously.
For entertainment – I’ve discovered a new show – Corner Gas. It has been an immediate hit with me. I like to describe as almost Seinfeld but if Seinfeld was in Canada, centered around the only gas station for 40 miles (kilometers?) in either direction.
It has a small cast and half hour episode fits several story lines in. It’s makes me laugh, and is an easy binge. And free! It’s on IMDB‘s free streaming service. Or you can stream it on Amazon Prime. It’s not Letterkenny – which is another hilarious Canadian comedy. No were near as cuss filled or topical as Letterkenny, but then I think that is why I find it so comforting. It is just a good background show that doesn’t require you to pay attention to one scene to get the comedy they are doing in the next.
Just shows that don’t nessecarily have to be binges anymore, I’ve watched them all multiple times, but as good background noise when WCLV, a podcast, or other music just isn’t cutting it.
Aside from comfort entertainment, I’ve been trying to fit reading into my schedule. I found out the Kindle doesn’t keep Marceline awake when I am rocking her to sleep. So I’ve gotten through two books in August and I’m almost done with the Maltese Falcon (like 20 more pages).
As far as hobbies, exercising has helped me feel better. Running on the treadmill every other day or so. I don’t have a goal yet, but running a half marathon sounds easily doable at this point. When races come back that is. I haven’t done a road race since college? I think. So 20 years about.
She is wondering why the zoo animals are so far away.
And eventually, maybe, drawing again. I like having my sketchbooks to look back at, but that is a lot of free time to expect with a 17 month old daughter as cute and active as Marceline is.
PS – 9-11 is a weird day. 19 years ago I was in Erie, PA on the last leg of a road trip across the country. I was 22 and pretty cynical about the world. Also driving from Erie to Niagara Falls was just nuts on that day.
At the same time it is my brother-in-laws birthday. A celebration?
