But, first…. a preface! Last night one of my dear cousins wrote me and asked how I was doing. She does this often, and I do miss her and wish we could somehow travel back in time and get to spend more time together. But, I digress…. in the middle of the message, she encouraged me to not give up my blog. I haven’t written in weeks. I do have a reason. I have had this cold/bronchitis/sinus stuff that lingers and lingers and lingers. I have taken cold medicine and my mind has been more than hazy. So, this morning, in my haziness, I forgot to take my cold medicine and amazingly enough… my mind is clear! And a post came to mind. So, even though I sound like I am hacking up a lung, I do have something I want to write….
When we were in the process of buying our home, we had a house inspection done. The inspector gave us a book (literally), and reassured us that this book was much smaller than almost every other home he inspected. This helped us greatly in deciding to proceed with the purchase of the home.
One of the things in this book, was the notification that all of the appliances were original to the house. The inspector told us that the next five years would find us repairing and/or replacing these appliances.
That was okay with us, we like new things and we decided to buy them as they went out. We bought a refrigerator which I love, and we have been watching to see which would be next. Our microwave will occasionally turn on by itself for a minute. We laugh at this, and say it must be a Revolutionary ghost soldier. He hasn’t been around in months as the microwave has only turned on when we press the buttons.
Last week, though, I finished loading the dishwasher, put the little soap thingy in it and went to close the door. The door would not latch. I pulled out the shelves and rearranged everything. Tried again. No latching. I looked at the latch and tried to figure it out. No success! I sigh, walk into the living room and tell hubby. He gets up. He closes the door. It doesn’t latch. He slams the door. Still doesn’t latch. He pulls out the shelves, rearranges things. Still nothing. I hear him looking at latch. Still nothing. He comes in and says, “I don’t know what to tell you.” He sighs and I say, “It’s okay, I can wash them.”
I love my dishwasher. I have only had a dishwasher since we moved to South Carolina. We have been married almost 42 years. We have lived in South Carolina for 7 years. That’s a lot of time of washing dishes.
I fill up my dish pan. I start to empty the dishwasher and I look up. Although I have lived here for a year and half, it occurs to me that I do not have a window to look out of while doing dishes. In San Diego I could look out the window while doing dishes and have an incredible view. I could see the Pacific Ocean, the Coronado Bay Bridge, and Point Loma. I could watch the sunset. I could see a view that some people will never see. It was an incredible view to have. I never took it for granted. I was always in awe of the view. I did not expect to be transported back to that old kitchen of mine while doing dishes here.
As I continued to wash the dishes I thought of other kitchens I had. I thought of our first kitchen. How, I stared at a wall while doing dishes. It didn’t matter though, because I was doing our dishes after fixing him a meal. I remembered how excited I was to have a kitchen that belonged to us. I smiled to myself. I wasn’t expecting to take a journey in my mind. I was not expecting to have such wonderful memories while washing the dishes.
It took almost a half hour to get the dishwasher empty, to wash the dishes and dry them and put them away. But, it was a wonderful respite for me. As I folded the dish towels and closed the cupboards, I leaned down, lifted the door to the dishwasher and click! It latched!
I just started laughing. Grateful that we didn’t have to replace our dishwasher so close to Thanksgiving, but, also, grateful for the memories that flooded my mind so unexpectedly.
It’s the little things that happen in life that amaze me the most. Thanks for stopping by today. Cathi (DAF)