Seriously. I found two of G.D.’s socks. I keep all the odd socks in the workhouse for unmatched socks. I go through every once in a while and often find matches for newly separated socks. “Close enough for jazz” as they say…
So when I saw G.D. had two on top her dresser I said, “I think I saw their partners…”
You see she has been semi bedridden for the last few weeks. The laundry was piling up so I rifled through her basket and did the essentials, underware and pjs and socks.
When I delivered the odds to her just now I said, “you can go through that box I have whenever you find you have one missing.” (I have these moments when, in my disorganized-organization, I feel proud of my coping methods. PROUD. This was one of them.)
“Oh I know, but I never had an odd sock before. I don’t know how this could have happened to me. I NEVER lose a sock because I am CAREFUL!” said she.
So I answered, “It’s alright you know, it happens, I don’t judge a person based on their ability to match socks.” and then I remembered: