ORPHAN SOCK BARREL
A lady, with whom I used to keep happy company, taught me about the concept of "orphan socks". You know, those pairs of socks that aren't quite a full pair any longer? Well, I have a few.
Actually, I'm doing better than I was about 40 years ago - I had a 3 pound coffee can full of orphans when I started to organize them. HOW could a sock drawer collect that many orphaned, individual socks without me realizing it??!! Doesn't speak well of me. I sorted out the mavericks, and bundled them into that handy container.
As years went by, the population would ebb and flo. A couple of culprits that I discovered were pant legs and shirt sleeves. In the dryer, a sock would migrate into a tempting, dark cave. Once there, reduced air flow sometimes (always?) had less power to dislodge it. If the shirt or pants weren't worn often, or were off-season clothing, the little hermit would doze (I don't think that socks actually hibernate) in there for months. Sometimes for years. And, of course, some socks had actually become hopelessly lost for real! I understand how a sock gets a hole in it, and gets thrown away. But, HOW can a limp, inanimate object run away? As the King of Siam observed, "It's a puzzlement."
Now, I have only 7 orphans. If I get a flash of both ambition and intelligence, that occur somewhere close to each other, and they remain around for an hour or so, and all of that happens when I'm home - I could discard the orphans that have no, surviving relatives remaining. You know, sometimes I have several, identical pairs of the same socks. Other pairs are unique, so if one gets orphaned, it truly IS an orphan.
Maybe some of you guys have orphan socks? Maybe - just maybe -we have some matching orphans?
sigh
A lady, with whom I used to keep happy company, taught me about the concept of "orphan socks". You know, those pairs of socks that aren't quite a full pair any longer? Well, I have a few.
Actually, I'm doing better than I was about 40 years ago - I had a 3 pound coffee can full of orphans when I started to organize them. HOW could a sock drawer collect that many orphaned, individual socks without me realizing it??!! Doesn't speak well of me. I sorted out the mavericks, and bundled them into that handy container.
As years went by, the population would ebb and flo. A couple of culprits that I discovered were pant legs and shirt sleeves. In the dryer, a sock would migrate into a tempting, dark cave. Once there, reduced air flow sometimes (always?) had less power to dislodge it. If the shirt or pants weren't worn often, or were off-season clothing, the little hermit would doze (I don't think that socks actually hibernate) in there for months. Sometimes for years. And, of course, some socks had actually become hopelessly lost for real! I understand how a sock gets a hole in it, and gets thrown away. But, HOW can a limp, inanimate object run away? As the King of Siam observed, "It's a puzzlement."
Now, I have only 7 orphans. If I get a flash of both ambition and intelligence, that occur somewhere close to each other, and they remain around for an hour or so, and all of that happens when I'm home - I could discard the orphans that have no, surviving relatives remaining. You know, sometimes I have several, identical pairs of the same socks. Other pairs are unique, so if one gets orphaned, it truly IS an orphan.
Maybe some of you guys have orphan socks? Maybe - just maybe -we have some matching orphans?
sigh
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