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Lock-down journey Day 37… Pulling up my socks.
I have tackled a lot of unpleasant jobs during these lock-down days. Weeds have been pulled, cupboards have been cleaned out, and I’ve even culled masses of unused text books from yesteryear. Day 37, and I faced a job that has been screaming at me for months, actually, years. The odd sock basket.
This is the situation. We currently have an odd sock basket. It is a washing basket, so quite large, and it is full. I admit, that’s bad. When a sock comes off the washing line, without its pair, it goes into this basket. But that’s just the beginning. The real problem is the odd sock bag, that is kind of, in reserve. The odd sock bag is a large garbage bag that hangs in our laundry cupboard. Socks find their way to this bag when they have circulated in the basket for too long. I do confess, there are some baby socks in this bag!
So, I guess the two receptacles represent levels of hope. For the socks in the basket, there is some hope. For the socks in the bag, there is very little hope, but not none. Which is, I suppose, why I hold on to them.
One daughter, at home for the lock-down, who seems to get pleasure in boldly pointing out household anomalies, offered to help me fix our sock situation. All the socks were tipped on the floor and we got to work. There were dozens of happy reunions. What joy! But she also whisked dozens away to the bin. That was painful.
Do I have a new solution to our household sock woes? Dear reader, if I did, I would certainly share it with you. I am simply content to add it to the ‘life’s great mysteries’ basket. Oh, and that basket is overflowing, so it has a reserve bag as well…
