I have no doubt than I am no different than anyone
else.
Two socks go through the wash and dry cycle and only
one comes out the other side.
It’s a mystery at the level of Who built Stonehenge?
But what I also find troublesome is that no matter
how filled my pen and pencil container is, every time I need to use a writing
instrument, none are to be had.
They have vanished with no children to blame.
Yet unlike the hair elastics that I still find scattered
on the floor in every room in my house despite the fact that my nest has been empty
for months, I never find a pen or pencil
randomly lying around for me to gather up and put back in its place.
It is as if the pens and pencils either biodegrade or
are assumed into heaven like the Virgin Mary.
And for as many theories as there are out there
regarding how and why Stonehenge was built, we will never know the truth for
sure. All we do know with certainty is that buried in the surrounding area of the
monoliths are human bones, roman coins and other artifacts.
But no socks—or pens either.
And so the mystery continues….
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