Today is an important day for anyone who has ever done a load of laundry and had a sock go missing. Today is Odd Sock Memorial Day.
I have never been able to quite figure out how it happens. And I, for one, am fairly careful not to have it happen to me. But somehow, it does. Socks go missing. You can count them as they go into the wash. You can count them as they come out. But it all takes is a moment of distraction, and somehow they go astray.
No one seems to know where they go. If anyone did, they wouldn’t be missing for long. But somehow they manage to make their escape.
There are ways you can deal with odd socks. You can use the ones left behind to build a collection of sock puppets. You can just give up caring about wearing matched pairs of socks and just wear what you have, pairs of not. Or, one thing I have tried, you can just by socks that all look the same. That way you may end up with an odd sock, but it becomes more like having a spare.
They must go somewhere, but I’ve never known anyone who has found their hiding place. They probably all gather together, away from prying eyes and anyone who does happen to find them is somehow kept silent about their location. I’m not sure I want to know about that last part.
I try to keep lost socks to a minimum, and mostly I manage, but every so often it does happen. I have never found a secret stash of socks somewhere. I have never found one of the pets or a random wild animal hiding them some place. I have no idea where they might go.
But they do go. And today is the day to fondly remember them. Where ever they may be. And find something to do with the odd ones we have left. Turn them into cleaning cloths, dispose of the odd ones in some way and stop hoping their mates will some day return, or maybe turn them into sock puppets or possibly sock monkeys. Sock monkeys would be a good option. You need an odd sock to start, but you also need to stuff it with something. Maybe other odd socks?
There are uses to be found for the ones we still have.
