A week or so ago, it occurred to me that I had not done much leisure reading lately. Sure, I was reading but had not read a good fiction adventure in quite some time. Eager to start reading, I surveyed the bookshelves and came up empty handed. A bit discouraged, I walked around the house a bit. Then, one of the closets beckoned me open the door. Before my eyes rested a box containing some miscellaneous items. Oh yeah! A Clive Cussler book, Arctic Drift, glanced back at me from the box. It has been a genuine pleasure to take a few minutes a day and read. Adventure books, in particular, seem to foster some energy, excitement, and creativity. It definitely has been well worth the time to kick back and just read.
A random observation...
Tonight, I was trying to find a pair of non-white socks to wear tomorrow night. After rummaging through the clothes on the clean clothes futon, I ended up with a laundry basket filled with 18 lone socks.
Yes, 18.
First, the shear quantity was a bit overwhelming and even embarrassing. Yet, I was left asking a question. Where in the heck are the mates to these socks? I mean, most of you know that my organizational skills aren't always the greatest, but come on, 18 unmatched socks. This is just nuts.
Sorry about the sock tirade.
Take care,
Todd
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
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Todd,
Do not feel too bad about your 18 lone socks. It happens to all of us. I currently have 8 lone socks who are missing their mates. I used to have many more, but I threw them away because I could not understand how so many socks could just continue to go missing and never be found. You are not alone.....don't fret over the socks! :)
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