Ten years ago, on this site, this phenomenon had been rated OSFA, One-size-fits-all, by the International Knee-Sport-and-Leisure-Sock Association of Planetearth. Otherwise known as IKSLAP. In the public’s interest, I’ve decided to repost and promise to follow thru with the initiative I’ve set forth a decade ago.

Have you seen this sock today?

After half a century of sitting on their hands, many members of CADS, the Center for the Abnormal Dematerialization of Socks, still refuse to accept that the daily disappearance of an inordinate number of the world’s socks is a problem of epic proportion. The fact that a Small Society of Leading Scientists (SSoLS) has been working 24/7 for decades in search of an answer to this dilemma doesn’t seem to faze CADS in the least.

CADS claims that worm-holes, black-holes, even rabbit-holes have only been suggested as the notorious sock-napping culprits. CADS wants proof. They want witnesses that can attest to the fact that our loyal foot-warmers have not left home willingly, especially in the case of frayed and holey socks. CADS does not dispute however, the perilous journey our socks must undertake from odiferous foot, to washing machine, and back to the fragrant residence in our bureau drawers.

In their words,
“The only way to be 100% sure of keeping your soles matched is to
HAND WASH ONLY.”

I don’t know about you, but that’s not gonna happen here!

Obviously, the specialists haven’t consulted me on the matter.
I know my dryer is the culprit.
Doesn’t he look guilty?

I am CADS’ witness.
I have seen it happen.
And I’ll cry it from the wash-load tops.

My dryer is a spinning, spiraling vortex into another world
– one fraught with strange, phobic, single-sock wearing creatures –

actual beasts that are unaware of the chaos they are creating in my world when they decide to hold one of my precious sole mates captive. I would almost rather that they kept the pair. Then at least it wouldn’t leave the sole survivor abandoned, lost, and alone in this world.

I once heard a Lakota medicine man say,
“We are the same. We are different.
We are all an integral part of life.
We are life—
Some of us are red, some are black, some are white, some are yellow.”

A socking similarity, right?

Now that many of my socks have moved on to a land where perhaps,
the shoe is on the other foot,

I have decided to keep my mismatched socks. They get along well together.
I promise to wear them in celebration of how we too, you and I, are the same. And I honor the fact that we are also different.

In support of
WE ARE THE SAME – WE ARE DIFFERENT,
Won’t you join me and occasionally wear your single socks?
Please, pretty please, share your photos too!
I’ll post them on the first Sunday of the month.

Reference Single Socks in the Subject box to dgweidner [at] gmail [dot] com

As always, dear Reader, thank you for stopping by today.
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