The Dryer Decides
Recently a friend’s annual “what she’s been up to” letter included a long, single-spaced (as is her wont) analysis (or rationalization) as to how playing solitaire on her computer is very much like life.
I’m going one better—what my clothes dryer taught me about life!
So long ago I can’t remember I tossed my freshly dried laundry on my bed and began to fold and match up socks. This beloved sock—warm, not too thick but thick enough—had lost its mate.
Since I’m 5’ 2” and the dryer is the top part of a stacked unit, I often miss the bits and bobs where I can barely reach.
I checked, checked again, rechecked, and waited for it to tumble out of a sheet or found clinging to one of those wonder cloths that mildly electrocute you when you pull objects off of it.
There the solo sock sat in my sock drawer like I sometimes find myself—in a couples-only world. After several reorganization sessions, I had a conversation in my head—toss it out—abandon all hope. But, since I was raised as though I had gone through the Great Depression—not the one we’re still in and don’t call it that—but the other one—I saved it.
This past Friday I was trying to fold the sheets while our cat attacked them (as is her wont), out tumbles the matching brown sock. Where the hell have you been? Here they are united again. The sight of them makes me want to load this up with emoticons – all happy faces. Do you think they’re happier than we know united in my sock drawer?
What’s the life lesson? Here are the easy ones:
- My mother would say “don’t throw anything out, ever! You never know.”
- The dryer is an ungrateful, ravenous beast and must eat something now and again.
Here are a few hard-earned ones:
- Seeing my socks reunited might be the only good use for the word “closure.”
- Small letter “h” for hope is possibly better, in the long run, for our sense of well-being than the big “H” – like the arms/weapons industry going out of business to build plowshares or the 1% wanting to share with the rest of us.
- Never give up on the “h” hope. While you may have to wait an inordinate amount of time, good things happen on a daily basis. The gods will smile on you (and me) just when we think they’re too busy for our little problems.
Now I’m going to play one game of solitaire like my friend and then work on my query letter to agents. My manuscript has been edited, the novel is ready to go out into the world (like my socks that I’m going to wear tomorrow), and there’s nothing more to do but hope that something good will come from all this writing and hoping.