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I have, in my house, a Mysterious Roaming Black Hole. You can’t see it. It is everywhere and no where, but mostly in the dryer targeting left socks. This Black Hole appeared right around the time my daughter was born and into it goes anything and everything.
Years ago, when Precious was no more than a year and a half, my sister lost something to that black hole. I don’t remember where we were coming from. All I remember is four of us being in the van; my sister (we shall call her Big Sis, because she is my big sister), Hubs, Precious, and me. Bis Sis had given Precious her keys to play with as we traveled home. At that point in time the black hole was a rarity and nothing to worry about in a car. We should have known better.
Half an hour of sitting in the drive of Big Sis’ house, searching every part of the van, the seat, the car seat, removing the car seat, removing the seat the car seat sat in, and stuffing fingers down into those Strange Spaces that no one ever wants to stick their hands in we still came up with zero keys. Big Sis was able to get into her house, keys or no keys, and so she bid us to continue looking and took her leave. The rest of us went home and continued looking off and on for a while. Eventually we gave up.
A while later, we were selling the van and had to do a thorough cleaning of it. Still no keys. The black hole made a constant appearance by this time as I had become pregnant with my second child providing proof of a direct correlation between children and black holes. (Who knew?) The keys were still missing. There was nothing else we could do short of taking the entire van apart piece by piece. It wasn’t cost effective though, and Big Sis had since replaced all keys.
Now, let’s jump to a couple of years later. In fact, let’s go to just last week.
Some of you know about our Dryer From Hell. In short, our very expensive and practically brand new dryer blew up on us. We were able to do a quick fix, but soon after that the dryer was out of commission. We needed something until we could go out and buy a new one.
Enter Big Sis and Big Bro (my big brother, as if that isn’t obvious). They have a spare dryer! Sure we can use it until we get the new one! It’s a little rusty on top and the lint catcher doesn’t fit all the way in it, but it works great. (It really does by the way.) We’ll bring it by tomorrow.
The lint trap does, in fact, sit not quite completely in its cradle. The kids’ socks, if not disappearing through the black hole, would get stuck in the lint trap. Nothing major. A few days ago, Hubs decided to see what he could do about it. So, he grabs a long thin wooden spoon and shoves it down the slot. The amount of lint that got pulled out was enough to get the lint trap to fit snuggly again.
And we found the keys. In the lint trap. The Mysterious Roaming Black Hole must have spit them out after eating too many left socks. We also found lots of coins, a five dollar bill, receipts (completely washed of the print), the metal part of a lighter, and the usual lint, dust, and dirt.