How My Socks Get Dry
Almost every day, I sit down (because my balance isn't that good) and put on a pair of socks. Unique among garments, in my experience, socks absolutely must be tumble-dried in order to be wearable. No amount of mere hang-drying will ever render them quite arid enough to comfortably wear for any length of time. I had, at one point, purchased a shiny white GE electric dryer from Sears that did the job nicely. It's gleaming alabaster drum was lit, and it even had a buzzer that was noticable but not alarming, that told me when it was time to retreive my fluffy, dry socks for folding (of all the things to fold in the world, folding warm socks is my favorite). Alas, it had to go in order to make room, both physical and budgetary, during some rough times several years ago. My socks still get dry, though, in a far more roundabout manner. My dear Christina's ex-husband's mother's ex-husband (may he rest in peace) takes care of it. At some point in the early 1980's, in Da