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Just Me and the Palmolive

Maybe I am not normal.
I like doing dishes. I always make sure I have a lot. I use extra dishes on purpose. And the fact I have issues with using the same glass for more than one drink twice, abets this.
Sometimes I will wait two days to do them if there is not enough.
I have little systems I go by while I am doing them. I sort as I go. It is more fun to see if you have forgotten silverware at the end from mis-sorts. Bonus points for me if I have not.
The basics: plates, cups, bowls all have their set place in the drain tray. That's when the real fun begins. I look at the dish tray very carefully. I look over the big bowls, pot, pans, trays on the counter. I look back to see if the bowls and plates have taken up all their places in the little plastic rungs. I am a mildly lazy person and a lot of the time, hope they have not been.
Sometimes though, I am excited by the sight of every rung taken up. It is more of a challenge to be able to get every single cleaned dish on the drain tray with such massive odds stacked against me.
I sometimes cook bigger, weirder meals just so I will have dishes I have not used in awhile to wash. Just to add to the game. Sometimes I get bored with the 'same-old, same-old dishes day' feeling.
I do not know why I play this stacking game. I only lose about two times a year. I have become a master.
I also have the "frequently" used dishes game. Certain dishes on certain days get the S.O.S. pad taken to them whether they need it or not. I have noticed in my lifetime that a lot of people have this grunge around the outer edges of plates and bowls. Really. Go look at yours. And while you are there-get out your colander.
But these have become mindless games for me, so sometimes I get a little creative. I pretend I am the heroine in a fantastically sleazy soap opera and I make up dirty little plot lines.
"Oh, Chaz, I am your girl! Why did you have to go sleep with my sister who poisoned your father while they were married so she could be with your identical twin brother who is dying from pinworm infestation?"
Such fun!
But the main reason I find myself thrilled by a sink and counter full is I do my most favorite thinking when I am scrubbing away. I am never sure what my mind is going to get into for the duration. I let it take a wander down any fork in the path it might find. No rescritions. Sometimes all that is there is the everyday ordinary thoughts and sometimes not....

I am glad to be a resident of Blogland.

Comments

happyfridaygirl said…
Thank you for being my second!!!
You are welcomed to come over and wash my dishes any time!
Karri Bowman said…
thanks for participating in the The Never Ending Story Blog.

I loved this entry. Have you ever read anything by the playwright Tina Howe? You would like her....
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Queenie said…
I removed because I post myself as unknown..duh...

A most warm welcome to Romeo and an even bigger thank you for his kind words. Thursday will be a blast.
~AprilD said…
That's just sick. My kitchen would be paradise for you.
Sincerely,
Fellow Dishwasher-Thinker

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