The place of lost things

When I looked through photos from one of my older computers to try to find a Photo Friday photo, I saw this one, taken in 2015, from an outdoor art exhibit on the Heights Boulevard esplanade. I’m not sure whether I shared it on here before.


Joe Barrington, “Sock Monkey,” 2015

Then today, when I searched a drawer for a pair of socks, I randomly pulled out these sock monkey gripper socks.

They made me think of a couple of sock monkey ornaments I didn’t hang on the tree this year. (The tree’s so full of ornaments that a lot of the larger fabric ones didn’t make it. Clearly, we need more trees.)

Is all this sock monkeying around a sign? I’ve mentioned on here before that I’m keeping a list of things I can’t find that have no reason for being misplaced or missing. One of those is a small, oblong tapestry case that could be used for makeup. I always stored random things in it, like this sock monkey flip book.

The book is here, but the case and the rest of its contents, like a wee sock monkey, are missing. On my list of ten missing items, two have been found (if you care, a set of T-shirts that vanished and a print that was mislaid sometime around the Harvey flood), but not this tapestry case. I am henceforth, when I review this list or add things to it, going to tell myself I can’t find items because they are on Hunter Biden’s laptop. That makes about as much sense as the other reasons that laptop is brought up as a red herring by people even loonier than I am.

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