Then I thunk about it for a bit. Yannow… Vicki over at Mom’s Scribbles had her microwave go down and she just said to hell with it. She is something of a culinary ace and kitchen sorceress and she doesn’t need the microwave. She’ll just cook from scratch the way she’s always done! Hell’s bells! I don’t need a dish washer! Had it not been for Vicki I’d have just assumed I had to repair the damned thing and/or take the financial hit for repairs or a new appliance. I have become so set in my ways that I do everything without thinking about it. It’s one of the perils of getting old.
When we were younger my wife and I would do the dishes manual style. I remember how beautiful she looked as she did the chores and sometimes I’d pitch in and we’d start talking and before we knew it… they were done. And they were always CLEAN. And we were in love together.
Sure, I can afford to replace ol’ R2D2… but I ain’t gonna. I’ll do the dishes myself, and to hell with modern conveniences and the bills that go with them. Unless I find another job…I have the time. We have one of those awful counter drying racks but we may not need it. I’ll just use the dish towels to dry, and leave them in the open dishwasher to air dry that last little bit. Doing dishes together with the old lady is actually one of life’s pleasures if you handle it right. Whoda thunk it?