I glanced over at the drying rack (I don't own a dryer. I believe they are fire risks, among other things). I thought "I should put my socks away." Then I thought "they are *all* my socks." Aside from a couple of vintage things of Arthur's that I agreed he could leave behind and some clothes of Flo's (nothing more recent than when she was in high school, so stored for almost 20 years), all clothes in the house are mine. Melancholy feeling about living alone. I could do something about that, if I could get my act in gear. Then I reminded myself that I had worn a pair of my mother's socks on Monday. Moment of memories of her last year, when her lower extremities started to swell because of heart failure.
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I thought "I should put my socks away." Then I thought "they are *all* my socks." Aside from a couple of vintage things of Arthur's that I agreed he could leave behind and some clothes of Flo's (nothing more recent than when she was in high school, so stored for almost 20 years), all clothes in the house are mine.
Melancholy feeling about living alone. I could do something about that, if I could get my act in gear.
Then I reminded myself that I had worn a pair of my mother's socks on Monday. Moment of memories of her last year, when her lower extremities started to swell because of heart failure.