The sock in the dryer

Have you ever pulled everything out of your clothes dryer, folded it all, then found a leftover sock? It happens to me all the time and invariably leads to a big hunt. I go back and check the dryer, then the washer, then that little space between the two machines, then my clotheshamper upstairs in the bedroom, etc.

I thought that obsessive hunt for the sock was a pretty good analogy for all the peculiar little things that embroil me from time to time: so important at the time, even momentarily fascinating. Then, I throw my hands up and say, "This is really not worth all the time I've been spending on it."

Anyway, I thought the blog medium would be a good way to keep track of all these "missing socks!" Maybe, I'll refer back to these entries and get wrapped-up in the little fascinations all over again. Then again, maybe I won't! Or, maybe somebody else out there in cyberspace will find them as a good excuse to go off on a tangent of their own . . .