Re-post: from 2011, What I Can’t Live Without:
My dishwasher.
….
My dishwasher used to be me.
Then one year, for my birthday,
long, long ago, I wanted a vacuum cleaner.
A nice one.
So, what was I given?
An electric dishwasher.
I never really appreciated it until one day,
it stopped working.
For a while,
I decided to wash my own dishes,
but they never seemed squeeky clean anymore.
So I called the handy dandy repairman,
and for a cheap part and a more expensive service call,
I was back washing my dishes “clean” again.
So,
Dishwasher it is.
Shallow as it is.
It is what it is. Needed.
….
But,
in an emergency,
I DO love a man with dishpan hands !
siggiofmaine 