Socks
I get a despairing feeling as I'm sorting socks after laundry. Lately, I've been losing a great deal of them; and while the circumstances vary time to time, the one constant is that there are always a half-dozen socks left at the altar after every laundry.
Now, some, in fact many, of these socks find each other again eventually. Today, for example, I found a half a basket of clean socks that I must have washed way back in August or so but they were buried under several boxes of things brought back from storage. That explains the recent months when so many socks were widowed on laundry day.
Today I'm reuniting many of these sock pairings, after months of separation; however, as I'm nearing the bottom of the bin I'm getting that old despairing feeling once again. I fear there will still be a few socks to weep for this evening...
Now, some, in fact many, of these socks find each other again eventually. Today, for example, I found a half a basket of clean socks that I must have washed way back in August or so but they were buried under several boxes of things brought back from storage. That explains the recent months when so many socks were widowed on laundry day.
Today I'm reuniting many of these sock pairings, after months of separation; however, as I'm nearing the bottom of the bin I'm getting that old despairing feeling once again. I fear there will still be a few socks to weep for this evening...