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I've found the missing sock! It was hanging on an innocuous ribbon on the laundry basket all this time and discovering its whereabouts was such a happy occasion. Sunday had been a thoroughly "unproductive" in widgets, but yielded a brilliantly clean house in honour of a long and satisfying tea (+ dinner noodles of sesame, spinazie, and garlic) with some lovely young souls. Frankly, it felt good though I am rather underslept and worn today.
But then to put this little princess cherry on top of that Kilimanjaro of cream--I was so relieved that the poor separated thing had not been in fact lying on the side of a Mexican highway somewhere, half rotting with dark water and serving as a second rate erstwhile home to some undiscerning animal nosing itself across the terrain...
This morning, when it was time to choose a pair of socks, I took out the newly reunited grey and yellow polka dotted darlings first, but decided to just enjoy their restored complementary state for a while without subjecting them to the brutal contortions of wushu practice. I put them back into the drawer, happy, knowing that though one day they will be retired and missed, at least for now, they will be there tomorrow.
The things of this world may be "empty", as C. says, but mad elephants trundling through the wilderness can still kill you. Similarly, the joy of things may be transient and ultimately doomed to memory and loss of that memory, but it is sweet nonetheless, especially in the Florentine formation: gioia. Now that's a joyous word.
*The quagmire in the title refers to the handing out of checks and check-minuses-pluses due on my person by tomorrow. But instead of spending the minutes on that, I have written this.
I've found the missing sock! It was hanging on an innocuous ribbon on the laundry basket all this time and discovering its whereabouts was such a happy occasion. Sunday had been a thoroughly "unproductive" in widgets, but yielded a brilliantly clean house in honour of a long and satisfying tea (+ dinner noodles of sesame, spinazie, and garlic) with some lovely young souls. Frankly, it felt good though I am rather underslept and worn today.
But then to put this little princess cherry on top of that Kilimanjaro of cream--I was so relieved that the poor separated thing had not been in fact lying on the side of a Mexican highway somewhere, half rotting with dark water and serving as a second rate erstwhile home to some undiscerning animal nosing itself across the terrain...
This morning, when it was time to choose a pair of socks, I took out the newly reunited grey and yellow polka dotted darlings first, but decided to just enjoy their restored complementary state for a while without subjecting them to the brutal contortions of wushu practice. I put them back into the drawer, happy, knowing that though one day they will be retired and missed, at least for now, they will be there tomorrow.
The things of this world may be "empty", as C. says, but mad elephants trundling through the wilderness can still kill you. Similarly, the joy of things may be transient and ultimately doomed to memory and loss of that memory, but it is sweet nonetheless, especially in the Florentine formation: gioia. Now that's a joyous word.
*The quagmire in the title refers to the handing out of checks and check-minuses-pluses due on my person by tomorrow. But instead of spending the minutes on that, I have written this.
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