My sock is jealous

Recently, there have been a flurry of posts around the knitblogging world from the point of view of a sock. All of them have been wonderful, creative posts... but they've left my sock a little jealous. No amusement parks, no hikes, no airports, no this, no that... Not even a Trek down the street, for he is a Trekking sock. (And he's a "he" sock, destined for Coffeeboy.) Nope, this sock, in his own telling, sees just the library.

Inspired by the adventures of these other socks, he wants to let the knit blogging world know what his unglamorous life is like. They say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Thus, although I know this isn't exactly a new type of sock post, I hope that it might nonetheless amuse or entertain.

His day begins by being secured in a clean plastic bag and then zipped up inside a backpack. He'd like you to know that the knitter doesn't even let him help drive. He just sits in the backpack, until....





"Freedom!" thinks the sock. The "set-up" is complete: big table, computer, bookstand... the sock is so excited! He is out of the plastic bag!






As usual, the knitter begins to knit the sock, and to read the book, and the sock is happy. The sock feels useful, loved, like he's growing in size, the gusset shrinking appropriately every other round.






But wait! What's this? The sock has been put aside... he's been put in front of the book! "It's ok, the knitter will pick me up again soon," thinks the sock.

...which indeed happens, and knitting and reading resume.




Soon, though, the sock feels himself placed behind the computer! Oh, the horror, the horror! "The knitter has put me aside! Behind the computer is very, very bad! She mustn't be able to concentrate on the reading because of me. Oh, the guilt! But she should be paying attention to me!"





"Oh, it gets worse! The book is off the book stand, it's in her lap! That means she's really not going to pay attention to me for a long, long time, and it'll be all about that stupid book, while I'm back here all alone!"

Eventually, the knitter returns to the sock, and the sock is happy, until he realizes that ... drumroll...


The knitter has finished reading all of the required books and articles for her general exams! The sock realizes, with growing horror, that this means no more long days in the library. The knitter will be too busy reviewing notes and typing outlines to hold the poor, neglected sock.

The sock knows he might end up on the upper shelf of a bookcase - away, thankfully from the nasty claws of cats (the knitter is at least that kind!) - but possibly very, very neglected. [The knitter would like the sock to know that she still needs him, he won't be forgotten, and will be able to journey with her to school everyday, even though the reading is finished.]

Unbeknownst to the sock, if all goes well and I do take my first general exam a week from Wednesday, the sock will be taken on a real, live camping trip to celebrate Coffeeboy's birthday. To be continued...