I can’t possibly write anything deep right now, because I’m on PINS and NEEDLES. Someone I know just may be having a baby sometime really, really soon. And I’m pretty sure they don’t want it announced HERE on the INTERNET before they get the chance to tell people, so forget I said anything.
EDIT (7:10am): Meet Mia Noelle (and her mommy Stephanie)! Born at 2:21am on 2/03/10. 7lb 15oz, 19in. I can’t wait to meet you Mia! Aunt Marla looooooves you!
Let’s talk about dishwashers. Do you have one? Do you like it? Has it made your life easier?
I used to love my dishwasher. Until it quit working on July 28, 2008. On August 6 (2008), I wrote this on my blog, “This zoo thing is so much fun. I’ve even decided to wash dishes by hand for awhile longer, because I’d rather go see a zoo than replace our dishwasher.”
Does 524 days (and counting) constitute “awhile longer?”
Here’s what I wrote on October 15, 2008, “My fingers are all wrinkly from doing dishes. Ugh. I hate that feeling. I know, I should wear gloves. But I don’t like that either. I’ll just wait for a new dishwasher.”
December 17, 2008? “No motivation. Mad that I don’t have a dishwasher. Ticked that I have to go to Livi’s Christmas/Kwanzaa/Hanukkah/Los Posados program at 7:00. Irritated that I thought I had a whole box of pasta and didn’t.” It goes on and on and on. I’ll spare you.
Skipping ahead to November 10, 2009, “Today I grumbled while I washed dishes for the second time in five hours. Because no one should have to go without a dishwasher for 1 year, 3 months, 2 weeks and a day.” This was tongue-in-cheek, and I said something really profound after it. You’ll just have to take my word for it.
I’ll tell you what. It’s actually not the end of the world not having a dishwasher. In fact, I’ll bet there are a handful of things that are even worse. I’ll even bet that some of you haven’t had a dishwasher in YEARS. Or maybe one or two of you have NEVER HAD ONE.
Maybe in some countries they barely have enough to thinly line their hungry bellies, let alone have a dish to wash.
And I know one thing. Little Miss Fill-Her-Plate-Too-Full-and-Multi-Task-to-Her-Own-Detriment (me) has benefited greatly from having to stand in one place and wash one dish at a time.
Changing the World One Stupid Plastic Tumbler At a Time. (I don’t really use the word “tumbler,” but isn’t it fun?)
And I’ve learned some other things too. That getting what I want right when I want it isn’t always the best thing for my spiritual growth. (It mostly NEVER is, unfortunately.)
Dish-washing time is also good for talking to God. I’ve brought lots of your names up to Him over a sink full of suds.
So, tell me: what’s the longest you’ve gone without a dishwasher? And what great life lessons have you learned while standing at the kitchen sink?