Some of you might have read about my missing pasta bowls which mysteriously vanished from my tiny cottage. Those pasta bowls have not resurfaced, and again, I have no idea where they are. Strange.
Then about 6 weeks ago my dog had an unfortunate encounter with something in the back of my car and tore off one of his dew claws. A trip to the emergency vet ensued (so, so expensive) and he came home (with my help) with pain meds and a five-day regime of antibiotics. I gave him the correct dose of those pills for the first two days and I was very clear about where I put them in my tiny cottage (there aren't a lot of places to hide things here.) And yet, they disappeared overnight! The meds were in their little pill pouch when I went to bed and they were NOT there the next morning. And yes, I looked everywhere, and swept under everything and moved the fridge out and looked there..... I went through the trash, looked in every drawer, every cupboard, everywhere. They were gone and they have not reappeared.
That was quite disconcerting, especially since I was very certain I had put the pills back in their pill-pouch, right on the kitchen counter. But they were gone.
And now this. This is just as strange and bizarre. Here's the set-up: I have (had) a pair of Bombas socks. They are nice and cozy, warm and comforting. On Wednesday evening I put them on because my house was cold and so were my feet. When I went to bed, I took them off and they were tossed on the floor next to my sofa. (I am a bit of a slob at times, but I intended to wear them again the next evening.)
The next morning, I got up normally, put on my sloppy dog-walking clothes and the dog and I hopped into my car, drove two miles and jumped out of the car for our walk. We (me and the dog) finished our walk, came home, I took a shower, went back out and ran some errands and returned home.
About 2:30 that afternoon I repeated the dog-walking process, as I always do in the afternoon. This time both me and the dog had our raincoats on because, of course, it was raining. We drove the 2 miles, got out of the car and about 15 feet past the car, on the sidewalk, was a wet sock. A Bombas sock. The same color as the sock I wore the night before. I stopped, looked at the sock on the sidewalk and thought "Well, that's strange, looks just like my sock." We finished our walk, came home and I glanced at the floor where I had tossed my socks the night before.
There was one Bombas sock on the floor. One. Sock.
Now, I have absolutely no explanation why one of my socks is laying on the sidewalk 2 miles from my house. It was bizarre enough yesterday, but today that sock is still on that same sidewalk, acting all innocent and looking quite chagrined about being wet and lonely on the sidewalk but offering no explanation of how it got there.
This is beyond my powers of deduction. I am not Sherlock Holmes, not Armand Gamache, not Miss Marple or Hercule Poirot. There is no dead body, just a wandering Bombas sock and some missing pills and two absent pasta bowls.
Seriously, I am mystified.
