Meanderings

A bit of whimsy:

Ode to Dish Washing

I did not use a dishwasher until I was 29; Mother to four children, all under 10;

First year High School teacher of English and its uses; Everybody off and on with the sniffles -

And recipient of the best dishwasher my parents could gift me for Christmas, Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day, School’s Out! and my August Birthday.  Amazing the difference!

Now, at 80, I hand wash a dwindling variety of dishes every day and a half or so. Soak them in soapy hot water. Let sit until lukewarm, add hot water as you wash and rinse them.

This house has hosted me and my friends and family for 36 of its 104 years.

15 years or so ago, the ancient dishwasher - placed in the 60’s - died. The dishwasher became storage shelves and I started washing dishes again. It is a quiet, peaceful, thoughtful time  hands in smooth, warm, soapy water -

Dishwashing poems percolate…

And the shelves are appreciated, too.