Timber Valley SKP Park of Oregon, Inc

By Jackie Deal

It happens every year. I end the season with unmatched gloves. Really, they’re gloves but for the sake of alliteration mittens sounded better. A couple years ago it was one red and one blue glove. The next year I ended the season with one blue and one black glove.

Where do the mates go? And anyway, who says gloves have to match? Okay, to be socially correct, gloves have to match. Last year I was determined to beat the odds. I bought three pair of blue gloves. Count ‘em. Six blue gloves floating around in my car, the house and yes, the yard when one got loose. But I thought I had it licked, I would end the winter season with at least one pair of matching gloves.

When winter started this year, and the steering wheel grew colder… no, I don’t have a heated steering wheel, sure wished I did. Nonetheless, it was time to begin a serious search for my gloves. Under the car seat? Nope. In the glove box, Nope. Ah ha, the back seat: one glove, dark blue. Huh! I bought three pair of MEDIUM blue gloves? Oh well, a glove is a glove and now to find one more. From under the kerfuffle of my back seat I found another glove. Red! Red! I haven’t had red gloves for years. I dug further and unearthed more gloves: I now have one dark blue, one red, one medium blue and one ugly tan glove. Do they match? Nope. Do I really care? Nope. I’ve started a new trend: un- matched gloves!