Friday, September 25, 2009

Socks

Socks. Oh how glad I am that I brought a six pack of them to India. Sand at the beach is fun to wiggle your toes through but on the living room floor it is a different matter. It is delightful to retreat to a pair of cozy cotton socks. The sock with pink was worn once, the orange striped one was worn a few times. They are both clean. The sock with the blue stripe was put on this morning to walk around on the floor that was just mopped. If you were fixated on total cleanliness you would go crazy with Indian city life.
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5 comments:

Elizabeth said...

That is crazy! But then a gain they would probably be that dirty walking around don my floor right now:( Kea can say dirty. It is really cute. If he was there he would walk around showing you all the dirty parts of your floor and waving his hand over them while he says dirty.

Jaime said...

Yeah, I was going to say India, our my house of boys and dirty dog!

When you go home, you will have a new found love of cleanly bleached socks...

Bob and Joan said...

Yes, and I forgot to say that these socks had been bleached!

Jack said...

Imagine not wearing socks:)

Grandma Evans said...

OOh, and I thought my floors were dirty!