Three Socks & a Can of Tuna

 

​Sometimes things happen for totally unknown reasons. Neither Larry or Hillary knew they were connected. 

Larry was homeless but happy. He stayed to himself pretty much but was friendly if engaged. Larry could sit for hours pondering the sky or the river.   He occasionally would question himself out loud, but he always had a prompt response.  Larry owned very little.  A couple of Castanada books, an extra t-shirt in a pale blue (which he saved for special times), an extra pair of jeans and a couple of pairs socks. Larry ate very little as well.  He mostly scavenged but on occasions you could find him eating a can of Tuna.

Today’s conundrum was the plain fact that Larry currently only had 3 socks.  The fourth was missing.  The whereabouts of the fourth sock was now the day’s perplexing problem to solve.

Meanwhile...

Hillary, the mother of twins loved her home and wanted for very little.  She was kind and affable.  Most days were spent in routines she had set up for herself.  She loved to cook and she loved the responsibility of taking her children to school.  It always felt like important work to her.  But, once she was alone in the house, much of her time was spent day-dreaming. She’d think about the sky or river nearby.

Hillary had just finished folding the laundry and there, at the bottom of the basket was one lone sock.  All the other socks had been matched up. This lone sock in the bottom of the basket had become the day’s perplexing issue and needed to be given some thought.

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