Death is something that we all have to come to grips with. Our loved ones, friends, pets, even we ourselves will eventually shuffle off the mortal coil. In doing my laundry the other day, I had a disturbing moment of gazing into the abyss. As I folded my socks, I found new and growing holes in two of my favorite pairs. I was unnerved. I remembered that all things must come to their end. That no amount of darning will prevent the inevitable. Someday, probably someday soon, those socks will be no more.
Do not let the everyday things excape your interest. The most fantastical metaphors and insiration can be seen in your socks. But sometimes you have to overcome the smell to recognize the good stuff.
Peet
Posted by peet at April 28, 2005 02:56 PM | TrackBackWith death, also comes new life.
And in tune with this thought is the lucky appearance (persistent one, at that) of a "non-claimed-white-cotton-just needs a quick wash" sock on the ottoman at 12 curtis first floor! Claim thee sock, and let new life, function, utility, and happy feet flourish!!
Amen.
Have you seen this before? It's a number guessing game: http://www.amblesideprimary.com/ambleweb/mentalmaths/guessthenumber.html. I guessed 28640, and it got it right! Pretty neat.
Posted by: Merideth Carleton at January 10, 2006 02:04 PM