The first week I came to Fort Wayne I wanted to serve my roommates, the Whiteley's. I waited till I knew they would be out of the house for awhile. I began cleaning the house rigorously. I even cleaned the floor boards.
I cleaned the kitchen last. My final job was cleaning their Forman Grill. I hadn't owned a Forman Grill myself. The grill was covered in grease and dried food. I looked under the kitchen sink, and found Easy-Off, the stove cleaner. I used Easy-Off on their teflon grill. Soon after I cleaned it I realized my mistake. The coating came off, and I ended up buying them a new grill. Opps!
I am not domesticated. I was reminded of this fact today as well.
I was doing the dishes. Rather I was rinsing the dishes, and putting them in the dishwasher. The Whiteley's have a garbage disposal. I never had one as a kid. When I was young I had to scrap all my food off my plate into the trash. A garbage disposal is a luxary. Apparently, this luxary is not my type of luxary. I turned the garbage disposal on, and the water failed to go down the drain. I realized a lime rind was to blame....or atleast that is what I think happened. Now this is a bummer, but shouldn't cause too much concern. We hope to fix it tomorrow. What makes this episode a tragedy comes next.
I came early to Hillside. The girls were cooking our normal Tuesday meal. I helped prepare, and began to wash the dishes. You can guess what happpened next. I was parnoid about the disposal. I tried to reach my hand into the disposal to see if there was anything that might not break up. The hole was so small I couldn't reach to the bottom. I hoped to myself that nothing would hinder the blades. I turned the disposal on and...crank, crack, bubble, bubble....the water would not go down. Something was down there that didn't mix well with the blades. Two garbage disposals in one day!!! I laughed it off. I was acutally rather upset, worried, and saddened by the event(s). After some time I just decided it was God telling me not to take life seriously. Well....actually maybe He is telling me to never clean dishes again. I might be able to live with that.
3 comments:
There's a Shel Silverstein poem about "if you have to break the dishes and you drop one on the floor...maybe they won't have you do the dishes anymore!"
I'd run with it, girl. I hate dishes. But alas, I have no disposal to break.
you are never ever doing the dishes when you live here!!!!
I actually did something similar when. Of course, that disposal was just plain old...well...OLD! Nowadays I just love my disposal and use it eagerly but tendertly. :) Someday I'm sure you will have the same love affair with this luxury. :)
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