Sunday, October 22, 2006

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    No man can go through life
    and reach the end unharmed.
    Aye, trouble is now
    and trouble still to come.
    -Aeschylus

    I just returned from my third last-minute trip to the East Coast in three weeks, this time for a funeral. I offer that by way of explanation, rather than apology; some things clearly take precedence. No cloud is without a silver lining, however, and all that time on airplanes has given me much opportunity to make progress on the knitting, in particular my new monstrous lace project. While I unpack, attempt to switch my circadian rhythms yet again, and generally get my life in order, let me offer a humerous little anecdote.

    As you may have noticed, lately I've been under more than the usual amount of stress. Darting around the country, working nights, feeling far from home, and generally behind in so many of the things I'm supposed to be doing. During my last last-minute trip to the East Coast, my wonderful beau went above and beyond the usual airport runs and late-night dinners and decided to help me out a little more by washing some of my clothing that was lying around his place. This consists mostly of stuff to keep me warm in his absolutely frigid apartment- a couple of sweatshirts, a blanket I picked up in Mexico, and a pair of wool socks. He proudly presented them all to me in a nicely folded pile.

    But did that sink in? A pair of wool socks. As you can see from the macro photo on the right, they are somewhat scarred by their first (and last) trip through the permanent press cycle.

    The best part? When I - gently - informed him that not all of my socks could be machine washed and dried - he apologized very handsomely (and was forgiven just as handsomely, lest you all rush to his defense). And then added that he hadn't noticed that they shrunk - Weren't my feet really that small?

    14 Comments:

    Blogger Meg said...

    awwwwww, what a sweetie. (both of you - him for doing your laundry; you for being quick to forgive!)

    10/23/2006 12:01 AM  
    Blogger Dorothy said...

    Have we mentioned before that this guy sounds like a keeper? He's getting closer and closer to sweater-worthy! Or at least socks?
    dswaite@mac.com

    10/23/2006 7:16 AM  
    Anonymous Cyndi said...

    Oh no! Thank goodness it was only socks and not a sweater. The small feet comment is great - what woman doesn't like to be told that she has small feet?

    10/23/2006 7:22 AM  
    Blogger christine said...

    He's a keeper..........

    10/23/2006 7:27 AM  
    Anonymous Leah said...

    Awwwwww!!

    10/23/2006 7:46 AM  
    Blogger Carole said...

    We've all been victimized by the over-zealous partner. So sorry about the socks!

    10/23/2006 7:53 AM  
    Blogger Liz said...

    As one with wide size-10 feet, can I just say how sweet it is that J thought your feet might be shrunken-sock small. I'm sorry you've been dealing with so much recently.

    10/23/2006 9:00 AM  
    Blogger Liz K. said...

    You should see what Ann, my co-blogger's husband threw in the wash. Take a drink and check. It's bad!

    If you have a sec, I could use some San Diego yarn shop recommendations. My SIL lives in the Rancho Bernardo area and wants to learn to knit.

    Like I said, when you get a chance. I know you're busy!

    10/23/2006 1:08 PM  
    Blogger Jenn said...

    Thank goodness it wasn't a sweater! :)

    10/23/2006 3:17 PM  
    Blogger Nonnahs said...

    Well, it was the thought that counts, right? :)

    10/23/2006 3:37 PM  
    Blogger amanda said...

    oh no! i still insist that he is a keeper -- i mean he thought enough about you to do some wash!

    10/23/2006 4:52 PM  
    Anonymous Rosi G. said...

    AWWW HOW CUUUUTE!!! That sounds like when one of my kids tries to do something nice for me and somewhere in there it means more work for Mommy but that's perfectly fine because at least he TRIED and ACCOMPLISHED something.

    Give him lots of hugs and kisses and....

    Well, you know!

    :D

    10/24/2006 12:19 PM  
    Anonymous Rachel said...

    Oh god, Theresa, you scared the bejeezus out of me. While I'm very sorry for your poor socks, I was thinking that was Winter Folly. In comparison with that disaster, a pair of socks actually is something of a relief. Thank the lord your wonderful beau learned on a SMALL wool item rather than a large one.

    10/28/2006 2:28 PM  
    Anonymous Laurie said...

    I'm so sorry. I know it isn't a surprise, but the reality of it still bites.

    The sock? I call it the cost of good relationships, and factor it in. (I got scuffs on my new car from the Mr. backing out of my garage space, and cutting the wheel too fast for what's in the middle of the driveway. *sigh*)

    10/29/2006 3:19 AM  

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