“ ... to be made new in the attitude of your minds ... ”
— Ephesians 4:23
My husband has this strange habit. He calls it logical organization. I used to call it annoying, but I have put up with it for nearly 35 years, so now it is almost endearing. Yeah, I said it ... what was once annoying is now endearing. How did that happen? Explanation: being married for close to 35 years!
Charles has a little sock pile on the floor on his side of our bed. Usually, there are at least three pairs of socks in it. One pair is his dress socks. Another is a pair of white tube socks he wears with his jeans. The last pair is usually soiled and holey but, as he says, “good enough to work on cars with.” He has this system of “recycling” through his socks during any given week. Since he only uses his dress socks for work, he can usually get two days' wear out of them. His casual tube socks he can sometimes stretch to three wearable days, and his “working-on-car socks” are worn until they nearly fall off his feet. Try as I might to pick up the socks and organize them in my own way by throwing them in the laundry, or at least putting them in a drawer so I don't have socks on the floor, Charles prefers his method.