Sock Appreciation

Sometimes its the little things that put a smile on my face or induce a welcome sigh of relief. Lest I forget these many tiny marvels, I shall try to record them here for at least posterity’s sake.

Scenario: You are folding your laundry pretty much oblivious to the world. Its one of those menial chores that one can just do on autopilot without hardly any thought or effort. The task is not stressful, and in fact can be quite relaxing by providing a distraction from other looming thoughts. That is until you near the bottom of the pile and you notice one sock - one distinct sock isolated on its own without a partner in sight. A slow panic starts to build as you fold one article and then the next always watching for the sock’s mate yet dreading deep down inside that it happened again. Once again a single sock has been sucked into the mysterious void that only socks can go. You begin to ponder in disgust why socks aren’t sold in triplets as almost all pairs become orphans all too soon.

Happy Ending: Next to the orphaned sock, you pick up with a heavy heart the final piece of clothing for folding. As you give the shirt or perhaps the pair of pants a good shake, the sock’s mate suddenly materializes and drops to the floor! Your heart skips a beat and a moment of blissful relief sweeps over your body. Disaster averted! With the utmost of care, you pick up both socks and tuck them neatly together cuddled in a ball. Laying your dear socks down, you thank the stars for their return to the safety of your drawer.

 

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3 responses

  1. life-member says:


    All too often a sole is lost and never recovered. A section of my closet is sock purgatory, where single sole mates lay in wait for a final decision to their fate.

    A few times I have unravelled the mystery the missing sock to find its fate was worse than death. Out side of the wringer tub and even in the water pump.


  2. I really think that the inside of a dryer is the gateway to Narnia sometimes. Socks, underwear alike, though I can’t complain, Emily’s been doing most of the laundry, though that still cure the problem. I guess the socks have gone to “the land that scissors walk to” as my wife would say quoting her sister Sara.


  3. Y’all are so sweet! May you thrive in all your sweetness without interference or appropriation by the militaristic nutjobs who rule our fair land of lonely socks (and licked teaspoons?)

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