Last evening, while
enjoying the cheese tray. Josh’s black bean and cheddar bread and Kirchhoff’s
dipping oil, along with the delightful company of our dinner guests, I heard
water running in the dog room (just off the kitchen). Thinking that Patience forgot to turn off the faucet after
washing the dog dishes I went in to do just that, and nearly fell on my ass
slipping on the water covered floor.
To by great consternation – that is a wonderful word, consternation,
love the way it sounds- I saw the water gushing out of the hot water heater
from a crack about waist high.
Mumbling “oh shucks”, or something like that, I quickly figured out how
to turn off the water, and then cut the circuit breaker. Being an accomplished homeowner I can
say things like “cut the circuit breaker” and “turn off the water”. Patience just reminded me that she
pointed out to me where the cutoff valve was, and later suggested that the
electric power also be cut off. I
went to the circuit breaker and saw HW heater and turned to my wife with a
questioning look…she said yes dear, ”that is the one”.
What does this have to
do with my burdensome habit? I’m
getting there; I’m getting there.
It is important to set the stage, so to speak.
Undeterred by the
wetness, we went on to enjoy a wonderful evening sharing food and wine with
friends, piled all the dishes and stuff in the sink, and went to bed, confident
that it would all be there, waiting for us in the morning. And it was. After breakfast using paper plates and cups, the tiger in me
took over. I carried everything
that needed to be washed across the breezeway into the studio, to be washed in
the studio sink (a different hot water heater). Now we get to the heart of this narrative.
I’m a pack rat. One look around my studio will confirm
that. Several years ago I stopped
using a desktop file rack to display greeting cards, but simply could not
discard the well-designed and perfectly functional rack. Last year we replaced our kitchen sink
dish and silverware drain, and once again, I could not throw out the well-constructed
silverware basket; surely it would be useful somewhere, sometime.
Last night was the time…for
both accessories. Could I have
washed the dishes without using these remarkable aids? Of course, but it would not have given
me the same degree of satisfaction and affirmation. Just look at these photos.
How will I ever be able
to throw something away after this?
I am what I am.
1 comment:
Bill, I am the same way!! I completely understand :-) Well done!
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