socks and sox

October 20, 2003


It's cold in my house and all my socks have holes in them. Well not all of them, but I unfolded three pairs of socks before I managed to find two matching socks without holes. Then I put away the clean laundry, noticing I had very few pairs of socks left. I did not unfold them to check for holes. I suppose I'll be surprised again tomorrow. My shirt has several holes in it too, but I am wearing it anyway. Clearly I need to do some clothes shopping. Or at least sock shopping.

I checked the dictionary and discovered that sox is indeed the plural of sock. It didn't say anything about sleep loss. I'm exhausted and sort of deflated, downright flattened, by watching the Red Sox/Yankees ALCS. It was a good series but I didn't like the way it ended. And I'm so deflated that I'm not even enjoying rooting against the Yankees in the World Series. At least I got my money's worth on the cable tv service for the month.

And the turkey vulture hasn't left yet. He buzzed me as I walked across the muddy field between the condo complex and the shortcut road to the strip mall where the hardware store, ATM, and bakery are. I managed to make a whole day's outing of depositing my check, eating a sandwich, and buying some cleaning supplies at the hardware store. No bus involved, hence no non-feeding of pigeons. Somehow I'm not tempted to feed the turkey vulture.

My antique Mac is on its last legs so I've been doing most everything on the laptop (much newer but rapidly becoming obsolete too). Also the cable modem software only works on the laptop, the processor on the antique is too slow. Time to order a new computer. Using what for money? That is the question.

Today's Reading
Notes and Sketches from the Wild Coasts of Nipon by Henry Craven St. John

This Year's Reading
2003 Book List


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