For Christmas, I asked for socks.
I needed them.
I got them.
in my drawer I have again, lots of singles...
Is it a metaphor for something I don't understand?
Why does this always happen to me?
Does the dryer eat socks?
Is there a sock heaven for all the socks viscously vandalized and removed from their mate?
One thing is for sure...
In the heavens, are stockings single?
No the thought makes REASON STARE!
Seriously... I got like... 10 pairs from my brother and I bought at least 10-15 when they were 49 cents at Target (YAY 75% off on New Year's Eve on Christmas items!)... now I have a bunch of singles!
I need one of those lingerie bags, I had one, but then... well, I didn't need it anymore so I gave it to my friend Tiffany.
Sigh.
Also, random thought... I love the pajama bottoms I got from the Croshaw parentals, they are yummy!
HISTORY
A Little History:
Our story begins in Pocatello, Idaho, circa 1972, when the lovely Debby Christensen agreed to a first, though fateful date with admirer, David Croshaw. Long story-short, he bade her follow him, and they went arm-in-arm to the Logan, Utah temple for establishment of an eternal family unit, Generation 1, on May 23 1973.
From their first blissful summer in Salt Lake City, educational pursuits took them to Provo/Orem, Utah, birthplace of Leslie and Rebecca, and to San Francisco/Oakland California, birthplace of Colin and Matt. Then, for establishment of livelihood, expansion of the tribe with Abby and Dana, and for raising/unifying of Generation 2, it was back to the roots in Pocatello for a rewarding sojourn.
In time, driven by a raging, but commonly shared sense of adventure and independence, one-by-one, Generation 2 escaped the homeland to distant regions of the country and the world, each ultimately developing their own tribal expansions by pairing with worthy mates and initiating Generation 3.
Now sensing fulfillment of their purpose in Pocatello, Generation 1 has also left those roots and transplanted to Cascade Idaho, from which base, they anticipate more abundant contact with The Posterity, Generations 2 and 3, in the future. That contact however, awaits fulfillment of a call to LDS missionary service in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, wherein they hope to help the state of the world by sharing the love of Jesus Christ.
So now, including Generation 0 (Grandma and Grandpa Christensen) home base includes Yuma, Arizona, Pocatello, Idaho, Cascade, Idaho, Vancouver, BC, Fort Lauderdale, Florida, Spokane, Washington, Boise, Idaho, Los Angeles, California, back to Boise, Idaho, and on and on (Generation 3+) to infinity.
Our Mission Statement:
This is the blog of our eternal family unit. Initiated years ago, it served well as a journal, but even more so, as an archive of our personal interaction. It was a gathering place, a confabulation instrument, a unifying force for four generations of widely dispersed and progressively prolific posterity, and their valued associates. Though it served these purposes well for many years, it eventually took a back seat to new-kids-on-the-block, Facebook, and Instagram, and was sadly forgotten.
We now move to resurrect this blog with an added functional purpose of archiving the missionary experiences of Generation 1, of their movements and activities as they participate with The Gathering of Israel in the land northward. In so doing, we hope that via their own comments and posts, this blog will again serve to gather and unify the posterity and their friends.
As in the past, that the young and vibrant may know the old and tired, that enduring bonds may be fostered and maintained, that experience and encouragement may be openly shared, that posterity may embrace truth, and that hearts may be knit together, we must resist detachment despite our geographic divergence. We shall do so here.
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7 comments:
I was telling my friend Tiffany about this (Facebook conversation)... you have to check out her response!
"It's a sign... you're not to forget from whence you came...
Tho you, like your new socks, are paired up,
you must remember to have compassion on we unmatched... socks?
(see Ecclesiastes 4:11! I think I'll be praying that scripture a little later!)
Woe, woe unto the unmatched socks, for this is a bitter, cold footed world...
Seriously, I think the story is that they tend to get sucked up in the washer or dryer...
Have you looked behind the machines? I hear they pop up there."
I love that girl, she cracks me up.
I love it! I hear you. Is there anyone who hasn't lost socks to the washing machine monster?
Speaking of socks...reminds me of a favorite poem..."Ode to my Socks" by Pablo Neruda.
Maru Mori brought me a pair of socks that she knit with her shepherd's hands. Two socks as soft as rabbit fur. I thrust my feet inside them as if they were
two little boxes knit from threads
of sunset and sheepskin.
My feet were two woolen fish
in those outrageous socks, two gangly, navy-blue sharks impaled
on a golden thread, two giant blackbirds, two cannons: thus
were my feet honored by those
heavenly socks. They were so beautiful I found my feet unlovable
for the very first time, like two crusty old firemen, firemen unworthy of that embroidered fire,
those incandescent socks.
Nevertheless I fought the sharp temptation to put them away the way schoolboys put fireflies in a bottle, the way scholars hoard
holy writ. I fought the mad urge
to lock them in a golden cage
and feed them birdseed and morsels of pink melon every day. Like jungle explorers who deliver a young deer of the rarest species
to the roasting spit then wolf it down in shame, I stretched my feet forward and pulled on those
gorgeous socks, and over them
my shoes.
So this is the moral of my ode:
beauty is beauty twice over and good things are doubly good
when you're talking about a pair of wool socks in the dead of winter.
Excellent- I have that book! I try to read it sometimes without the translation. I got it from a friend of mine the day I left my ex-husband, which happened also to be my birthday... so long ago... a lovely book filled with so many good things.
I just don't have that problem, even with my kids socks. I am a little obsessed about making sure that the socks find their matches. I hate it when one sock goes through one load and the other goes through the next and I have to wait. You all thought I was so laid back about such thing. The last time we were all at the cabin in 2006 we lost a purple sock of Mia's and I still think about it. Why?!!!
Hahaha! I think I might have seen that sock Lori, but I have no idea where it is now.
lori, i found that sock just a few months ago! i am sorry to say that i threw it away. i thought there was no way in the world someone would still have that unmatched mate. next time something like this happens, i'll email everyone before i throw it away. ha!
Don't see any men jumping in on this one. I guess we really don't understand the depth of such things. But, we're entirely fine with you girls contemplating it, if you wish. I think I can speak for all the guys in saying that we're just grateful we don't have to.
Dad
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