I got a virus in my computer and after telling myself it could not be happening I finally took it to the guys at Staples so I was without a computer of my own for a while after several days of frustration that amounted to not having a computer.
I finished the top half of the quilt! I watched lots of television. I went to a funeral. I brushed the cat and cleaned the house. I survived a heat wave, I watered the planets, hosted a bridge club, a visit with small relatives… I put one foot infront of the other. I got my computer back!
I went swimming. I got really depressed. I am still here.
Seriously. I found two of G.D.’s socks. I keep all the odd socks in the workhouse for unmatched socks. I go through every once in a while and often find matches for newly separated socks. “Close enough for jazz” as they say…
So when I saw G.D. had two on top her dresser I said, “I think I saw their partners…”
You see she has been semi bedridden for the last few weeks. The laundry was piling up so I rifled through her basket and did the essentials, underware and pjs and socks.
When I delivered the odds to her just now I said, “you can go through that box I have whenever you find you have one missing.” (I have these moments when, in my disorganized-organization, I feel proud of my coping methods. PROUD. This was one of them.)
“Oh I know, but I never had an odd sock before. I don’t know how this could have happened to me. I NEVER lose a sock because I am CAREFUL!” said she.
So I answered, “It’s alright you know, it happens, I don’t judge a person based on their ability to match socks.” and then I remembered:
I DID HER LAUNDRY FOR HER! THIS IS HOW IT HAPPENED. IT’S TRUE. SHE DOES HAVE POWER OVER SOCKS!
Chest fallen I have writen this. Question: Do I admit to her that I was at fault?