Sock it to me

I came up with a great idea for the entire world.

Well, not exactly – just those who struggle, like me, in getting socks on in the morning.

I used to do battle. Bending over, causing my breathing apparatus to shut down, while facing the challenge of getting a sock over my little hammer toes that have never served me (not once have they touched the ground).

Now, I’ve figured out how to take a very frustrating dilemma and turn it into a joyous event.

I sing an old favorite song, to which I’ve forgotten most of the words. It forces me to breathe deeply while I’m coming up with creative renditions of famous hits.

Examples:

“You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille, with three hungry children and corn in the field.” (Kenny Rogers, I think)

“Shrimp boats are a-coming, there’s dancing in sight. Shrimp boats are a-coming, oh, what a delight.” (One of my mom’s favorites by Jo Stafford, around 1950)

“Going to a party in the county jail. All the prisoners began to smell.” (Elvis Presley, dancing around a cell block) 

Before I know it, my socks are on and I’m having “oh, what a beautiful morning.”