Neon Knee-High Argyle Socks

 

Today I worked from home; I thought my sorta-boss might make me go into the office today to make up for working from home on Monday, but he was off today, and my actual boss didn't care. She and I had a meeting late morning that really helped me with a couple of issues, and my morning pop-up meeting was very helpful too. I wanted to go to the protest downtown and could leave a little early, but my neighbor was already going in a full car, Hardingfele said it was too cold, and my Union buddy who looks like a leprechaun never responded to my text. I didn't want to go alone, so I just stayed at home and worked. Usually I take a walk at three, but I went a little later and thought, "Man, it's so cold, I could never make it through a whole protest! I can barely make it through this Divine Mercy Chaplet!" I headed toward the bridge where you can see sun art this time of year, when suddenly there was a sound like a helicopter was approaching, and I wondered if it had something to do with the protest, but it was in fact a cute little train with one engine and three cars. I never see trains midday anymore, and it seemed like a sign from God that I was in exactly the right place at the right time, so I was never meant to go to the protest. Then when I got home, there was a wonderful package in the mail:

When we went to the Burns dinner, I just loved the highland dancers' plaid kilts and knee-high argyle socks in matching colors. While I would never look that cute at my age in a kilt and socks, I still googled knee-high argyle socks, and the first one that came up was this pair in neon colors.

I thought, "Those ought to glow in blacklight!" and indeed they do!

Though oddly the yellow does not. Now I just need to find a neon kilt to match... If Travalon and I ever play blacklight miniature golf, I am all set!

Tonight we were going to go to the classical guitar showcase at Lakeside Cafe, but we just felt like staying in, since it's still in single digits outside. Also, Travalon did not want to hear the guy who comes to it and plays the lute. Then the Daughter of Denni texted that now there's a lute club in town, and they would have a concert in March. I asked if she had gone to the classical guitar showcase, since her brother-in-law is a flamenco guitarist who always plays there, and she said yes, so good thing Travalon didn't go - sounds like it was Lute Night tonight.

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