Are you sure? [A Rambling]

I am going to wear socks to bed. I am going to wear socks to bed because I realized that I don't like it when my feet are cold. I realized this this morning, when my feet were cold, and I thought: I don't like it when my feet are cold. It took me more than five decades to understand, to sympathize with my feet. Poor feet!

When I realized this this morning, I thought, I wonder how many other things there are about me that I don't know. Am I just coming to understand who I really am? Do I really like making butter?

Of course! That's not up for debate...

Today, after I'd made a choice, I asked myself: Are you suuure? to see if I really wanted to follow through with the choice I'd made. You should try it sometime!

When I went to pour myself a glass of milk, I asked, Are you suuure? I had orange juice instead!
When I went to work, I asked, Are you suuure? Yes. I was sure.
When I went to take a shower, I asked, Are you suuure? I took a bath instead!
After my bath, I decided to put on some socks and asked, Are you suuure? Yes. I was sure.

From now on, I'm going to wear socks to bed.

Socks

Someone mentioned Father's Day at the diner. Someone said, It's Father's Day tomorrow, right? Someone else said, All day tomorrow. I wonder if Dad expects me to do something for him. Does he expect that I'll call him? Does he expect me to come over and cook him dinner or take him out? Sometimes, I wonder how he'd react if he found out about this blog. I bet he wouldn't say anything. Maybe he'd say, I came across something the other day...Maybe, but probably not. I used to get him socks. Socks for his birthday and for Christmas and for Father's Day. Plain white socks. Once, I got him a shirt, but he wore it once, to try it on. But the socks. I always knew he'd wear the socks. So that's all I got him. I wonder if he remembers.