I am thankful for my dishwasher.
I don't like to wash dishes. I suppose it's not on my list of horrible things, but it's not on my list of fun things, either.
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| We saved this metal dish pan from my parent's things. This held our rinse water while washing dishes. |
When I was growing up, we didn't have a dishwasher. My parents always said why should they buy a dishwasher when they had four perfectly good ones already--meaning me and my sisters.
Every night after supper, my parents would retire to the living room to watch the evening news while we cleaned up the kitchen. My oldest sister was a good singer and knew a lot of songs so she usually led us in singing while we worked. I really liked that part. But the washing, rinsing, and drying were not so much fun.
However if truth be told, I spent the lion's share of my time goofing off and left most of the work to the others. One of my go to activities was to soak the label off a jar, tear it into little pieces, and put it back together on the cabinet fronts like a puzzle. The wet pieces clung well and I tried to make the pieces fit exactly right. While I enjoyed doing this, I had even more fun irritating my oldest sister. My younger sister and I knew just what to do to push her buttons. I'd like to say that I was mature and didn't bother her, but I wasn't and I did. We could always get to her by singing, "I Want to Be Loved by You" in the style of Mary Ann in one of the Gilligan's Island episodes.
As time progressed and my two older sisters went to college, I assumed more responsibility in the kitchen. Eventually I went to college and my parents finally got an automatic dishwasher. They said it was time since most of their "dishwashers"were gone now.
Not having had a dishwasher growing up really made me appreciate the one I had when I moved out on my own. I have been happy to have one ever since. So for the convenience and help of a dishwasher, I am thankful.
