Did you know that May 9th is “Lost Sock Memorial Day”? Seriously… or maybe not so seriously… I don’t know… although the day really does seem to exist… no one has taken responsibility for creating the “holiday”.
It’s quite thought provoking though… When it comes to my own socks I have a pretty strict personal rule. If I find a sock with a hole in it I throw away pair, even if the second sock is perfectly fine. What am I going to do with just one sock?
However, if I send a pair of socks to the laundry and only one comes back… I don’t throw the survivor away. I keep it… in hopes that someday I will witness a reunion. Sometimes I do… sometimes I don’t… but still… I can never bring myself to throw away the survivor. And for that? I understand what today really means.
In honor of “Lost Sock Memorial Day” I would like to share a poem:
The Land Of Lost Socks
by Michelle Close Mills
by Michelle Close Mills
Unloading the washer
I saw the mate to my sock
had vanished in thin air.
I called my friend Shelly.
“Where do you suppose that it went?”
“To the Land Of Lost Socks” she said.
had vanished in thin air.
I called my friend Shelly.
“Where do you suppose that it went?”
“To the Land Of Lost Socks” she said.
“The Land of Lost Socks?
You’re putting me on!”
I wasn’t buying into Shelly’s tale.
“Socks get bored” she insisted
“and they want a fresh start.
They get tired of stinky shoes.
You’re putting me on!”
I wasn’t buying into Shelly’s tale.
“Socks get bored” she insisted
“and they want a fresh start.
They get tired of stinky shoes.
Like people who wander
in search of adventure,
craving freedom, they go on the lam.
They creep out of their Kenmore
as it agitates, spins,
leaving half a pair wet, and alone.
in search of adventure,
craving freedom, they go on the lam.
They creep out of their Kenmore
as it agitates, spins,
leaving half a pair wet, and alone.
What does a sock do
when away from his shoes,
and new to the singles scene?
He parties hard, and hits on
other socks on the run
while his wife sleeps alone in a drawer.
when away from his shoes,
and new to the singles scene?
He parties hard, and hits on
other socks on the run
while his wife sleeps alone in a drawer.
Ah, the Land Of Lost Socks
offers excitement and laughs.
No more trips to the washer and dryer.
No more pondering life’s meaning
from inside a dank boot.
It’s fresh air, wine coolers and fun!”
offers excitement and laughs.
No more trips to the washer and dryer.
No more pondering life’s meaning
from inside a dank boot.
It’s fresh air, wine coolers and fun!”
Well her yarn did make sense,
I had to admit.
Though I didn’t like losing my stuff.
Though I didn’t like losing my stuff.
But to seek something better,
is the American way,
though it’s so hard to part with my sock!!!
Hmmm… yeah… so I kind of wish I hadn’t shared that poem… oh well.
Anyway, here are some creative things to do with your surviving socks!
http://www.missmatchedfun.com/lost_sock_memorial_day.php
And for those of you who haven't lost any socks this year... HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!
And for those of you who haven't lost any socks this year... HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!
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