Tuesday, August 21, 2007

The Socks

(Do you think Hitchcock could've found a use for that title?)

A raging storm is coming in through the walls and windows. I open drawers and overturn things Looking For Something, but everywhere I turn, socks that to my knowledge have been bound off, are actually only partially done. The more socks I find, the more I panic. Hey, wait, isn't that the third b/g monster I've found?...

Whew! It was only a dream. But seriously, I couldn't figure out how all of a sudden all my finished socks had got so un-finished. Cruel, cruel subconscious. Thankfully, the kid woke me up to get a drink of water before things could get worse.

1 comment:

Yarnhog said...

You've got to watch out for those socks. Especially the singles. I think they roam the house at night, looking for their mates. They can be pretty evil-tempered, too, which is why I keep my single socks sealed in ziplocs, so they can't get out.