Everytime I take them out to wear, they evoke memories of that wonderful journey. With that in mind, I threw that pair of socks into Jiminy's back seat last Saturday. I had a couple of bags, and Vimy, as well, that joined the socks. I was only wearing Crocs and figured I would want something toasty and warm to put on my bare feet, once I arrived at my mother's. It was such a cold and windy day.
I totally forgot about the socks when I got to my mother's place, and left them in the car, or so I thought. Once I returned home, I brought in all my bags and took off again, to go hiking. Not being able to quickly find them in the back seat, I figured the pair had slipped into one of my bags, which I would empty later. So I grabbed another cheap pair close by.
The next day, I started seriously searching for my Camino socks, as I call them. I scoured my house and car from top to bottom, looking for them. I checked all floors and closets, Jiminy's interior and trunk, the laundry and the bags I had brought back from my mother's. I even emptied my big purse. NOTHING! A call to my mother, and her return call assured me that she TOO had searched her apartment high and low, and NOT found those darn socks.
Those socks were still on my mind, when I took Vimy for a short walk after supper. I was looking down when all of sudden, THERE was a sock by the curb, just around the corner from my street. It was wet, dirty, flattened and muddy, BUT it DEFINITELY looked like ONE of my missing pair. I was gobsmacked! I thought, "What is ONE sock doing here? How did it get here, one hundred metres away from my driveway? Where is the other one? Is this even my sock?" I picked it up, took it home, washed it, dried it and recognized it as INDEED, MINE!
I haven't been able to find the match, and I am STILL wracking my brains, trying to figure out HOW that ONE sock ended up where it did. It just doesn't make sense! It is driving me quasi crazy!!! I never got out of the car, till I arrived at my mother's that day. I threw those socks into the back seat,so it isn't like they FELL out of the car. Besides, I am SO SURE I saw them land in the back seat.
So, I lost one of a great pair of socks. It's not like I lost it to the washer or dryer, otherwise known as "sock heaven." At least, THAT wouldn't be a mystery. Everyone knows that is where your socks go, when they disappear. NOT MINE though!!
What happened to me, reminds me of what happened to my dear departed father. Back in 1971, he put a door into the trunk of his car, and drove two kilometres down the road, to give it to his brother-in-law. When he arrived there, the door had DISAPPEARED from the trunk of his car. YES, AN ENTIRE DOOR!!! JUST LIKE THAT - POOF! GONE!!! Papa never was able to find out what happened to that darn door, just like I will NEVER find out what happened to my Camino socks. Their adventure will remain unknown. :(
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