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Updated: Aug 27, 2020

LOSS. Each one of us has experienced a loss of some sort. I know, I know, you have conjured up a loss you may have experienced. This is the end of the innocence. For this post..........The loss of the lone sock from the dryer is a genuine loss and end of the innocence. Where does it go? I blogged about that elusive sock in a previous post. The sock is lost in

the dryer and when and if it is located a dubious feeling begins from the top of the head which bolts and jolts through the body all the way down to the palms of the

feet. The bolting and jolting alerts my psyche by screaming through a microphone LOST SOCK LOCATED. Possibly the lost sock just found me. Either way, I await the applause and adulation that should come from the laundry room. The washer and dryer both high on their pedestals clapping at the discovery. Can you feel the standing ovation? I found a lost sock. The pair is reconnected. I bet that’s happened to you at least once. Yoga breath aligned with a yogini movement......the feeling is similar to the standing ovation from the washer and dryer for a sock reunion.

The next tragic loss and yes in these times, tragic loss is when one loses an earring. I take the loss of an earring as if I have had a personal failure, inclusive of totally irresponsible behavior with sheer

inattentive actions. I count my earrings, first ear 1,2,3,4. Second ear 1, 2, 3. Naval ring 1. When I come up shy on these numbers I SHOUT ALL HANDS ON DECK...earring lost. I post a lost earring alert. Where is it? I text an all points bulletin to Uncle Ed, “I lost a gold hoop. Help me find it please”. I restate, WHERE IS IT? Is the earring in our bed, on the couch, in my shirt, in the dryer with a lost sock, in the car, in the yard? The end of the innocence. You know the feeling. A sinking pit of irresponsible behavior centers in my pandemic belly. Tracing my steps to find that damned earring in honor of Peter Falk’s Columbo... (that was a detective show for you under 50 reading this post).