I’M THE CHIEF dishwasher at home. My wife can wash dishes, of course, but her method lasts 10 times longer.
I imagine it’s something she learned as a child, living with hundreds of siblings* where dishes were allowed to dry in the sink a spell before getting washed.
Tossing dishes into the sink after a meal to be washed later creates a far greater task than simply washing them on the spot. Once food dries, it’s way more work.
Procrastinators are their own worst enemies.
Don’t even mention automatic dishwashers, a dreadful invention that is not Earth-friendly, takes up space, reduces your exercise, and is just plain silly anyway.
Decent people wash their own dishes and the best of them do it immediately. I am one of those decent people.
I was washing dishes yesterday evening when I looked out the window over the sink and spotted the moon. That’s what I saw in the photo above. It wasn’t even dark yet.
Since good things tend to come in twos, I decided to take another photo, so I stepped out to the veranda — the dishes were done — and snapped the photo below.
The hat on the left used to be mine. The one on the right belonged to the Rachmaninoff Cowboy, and on the hook between them are Hare Krishna beads. For about two seconds of my life, I considered joining the Hare Krishnas.
But I didn’t.
I decided to wash dishes under Mexican moonlight.
*Mexicans are hearty breeders, and the Vatican encourages them not to stop.