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SOCK IT TO ME
In preparation for the upcoming chometz-free holiday that
shall at present remain nameless, I decided to get a jump-
start by focusing my attention on a specific housekeeping
skill that I have yet to conquer. For many people, setting a
specific goal is the preferred method when it comes to
achieving success. In keeping with this, I have set forth a
new goal which builds upon my skills in pattern recogni-
tion, the art of persuasion, and analytical thinking, while at
the same time building up my weaker qualities of endurance
and stamina. My goal is to pair all the socks in my house.
I have been battling socks for years as, I’m sure, have
many others. Here’s how it goes. Sighing, you sit down in
front of your pile, secretly wishing they would all just disap-
pear so you can just go out and buy new ones (as if that
would solve the problem). Resigning yourself to giving up an
hour of your life, you proceed to divide and conquer. When
you’ve finally finished and your eyes are crossed from trying
to match every shade of black, blue, and a grey under the
sun, you ease yourself into an upright position (carefully,
because your back is killing you). Lo and behold, you still
have a pile of stragglers. Even after carefully making a few
matching pairs with last weeks’ stragglers, disposing of the
socks that have holes in them – I’m not talking about the
hole you put your foot into – you still have leftover socks. One
might think that as time goes on, the straggler pile would
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In preparation for the upcoming chometz-free holiday that
shall at present remain nameless, I decided to get a jump-
start by focusing my attention on a specific housekeeping
skill that I have yet to conquer. For many people, setting a
specific goal is the preferred method when it comes to
achieving success. In keeping with this, I have set forth a
new goal which builds upon my skills in pattern recogni-
tion, the art of persuasion, and analytical thinking, while at
the same time building up my weaker qualities of endurance
and stamina. My goal is to pair all the socks in my house.
I have been battling socks for years as, I’m sure, have
many others. Here’s how it goes. Sighing, you sit down in
front of your pile, secretly wishing they would all just disap-
pear so you can just go out and buy new ones (as if that
would solve the problem). Resigning yourself to giving up an
hour of your life, you proceed to divide and conquer. When
you’ve finally finished and your eyes are crossed from trying
to match every shade of black, blue, and a grey under the
sun, you ease yourself into an upright position (carefully,
because your back is killing you). Lo and behold, you still
have a pile of stragglers. Even after carefully making a few
matching pairs with last weeks’ stragglers, disposing of the
socks that have holes in them – I’m not talking about the
hole you put your foot into – you still have leftover socks. One
might think that as time goes on, the straggler pile would
104 u www.wherewhatwhen.com u
