Single Socks, Miracles and Cancer, Oh My!

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                                                   A Garage in Santa Rosa - Untouched By Fire (Notice the Chimney - All That Remains)

                                                                                               Miracle?  Wind? Tiny Mansion?  You Decide!

One household chore I actually do pretty well, is sorting laundry, especially pairing socks.  It's boring, meticulous and repetitive, in other words, perfect for me!  It's sorting clothes on "Laundry Mountain".  Everybody has a "Laundry  Mountain" someplace, even if it's still in the dryer, there's always a pile of clean clothes someplace waiting to be sorted.  I loathe anything not put away so I don't have a Laundry Mountain anymore, more of a "Drier Dump Pile" which gets sorted immediately after being dried.  A peculiar practice the PS utilizes when sorting clothes is putting single socks away, to get paired up down the line.  And really, just who on earth is going to do that?     "The Millionaire Matchmaker"?    That dude on Match.com?  Nope.  I always match those "Eleanor Rigby" singles so they are matched!  I actually believe if I don't pair up those poor things they'll be forever in the dark drawer with the coupled socks, alone, looking for a purpose,searching for their perfect match..  My PS isn't lazy, he just was taught to doom solo socks to remaining in the dark. I know all those single socks won't be paired unless I do it. I can't stand the thought of lone socks waiting in vain in the dark,waiting forever to be paired off.  Waiting in vain to be on a foot.  Unless someone loses a leg (don't even think it!) it won't happen.  It's just too sad!  Socks can't reach their full potential unless they're in a partnership with an identical mate.   They're not merely underwear, they're like emperor penguins - they need their match.  That search will be forever ongoing...

I've been contemplating the randomness of natural disasters and the above photo is exemplary of this phenomena.  Fire consumed the Santa Rosa residence but left the three-car garage unscathed.  Before anyone asks, this was a wine-country getaway-on-the-weekends house.  The destruction of the house is terrible but the owners have a bigger house in SF, they'll be fine.  The large, well-built garage will continue to house expensive cars and the owners will rebuild the main house.  

After being ignored by the Grim Reaper and living to tell about it (but not being able to speak) I've developed a keen appreciation for  anything that survives.    Fire is final, it is indiscriminate, impersonal.  Fire has many things in common with cancer.  It's miraculous to survive either.  Being a survivor of one I am awed by anything that survives a wildfire even garages!  This is a miracle property, hallowed ground.  That structure should be more than a place to park several autos, it's a temple,  a shrine to life!  I know a  miracle when it emerges untouched from a firestorm and that spot is a safe zone.  It probably will remain a garage (I'd go Tiny Luxury,  a Yurt?  Condo?  Something!) but something is special about it, this place potentially transcends earthly forces.  On the other hand it could go off like a Molotov Cocktail next fire season, who knows?

That's why there's insurance...