Laughing at the Dishes

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Cupboard to the left over the stove.

Yesterday and Today Himself: Had a good day at work, and got home just as I was tossing the salad. Didn’t have to work late either. Herself: We went for a long saunter through the two story Target in the valley. We bought some of their yogurt in the giant food section, and I found it grainy. Aleve is making my life worth living again, but I know this stuff is addictive. Purelandmountain.com offers the latest news from Japan on days he isn’t fighting his local flora and fauna.

There I am, sensibly half way up a ladder, scrubbing shelves again. The dishes in this center section aren’t half as sticky as the ones to the right, but the shelf itself is brown. Perhaps, I think to myself, I’ve used the dishes but never washed the shelf…ever.

Nope. I can’t remember how to put those few serving platters and bowls back on the shelf.

Yes, I took a picture of the remaining shelf so I can put things back in the same places. Yes, I laughed at myself. Sometimes little things like this are defining moments of the day. Perhaps my childhood hours spent in an old fashioned farm kitchen structured my thoughts about kitchen cupboards. Shelves one plate deep rose from a narrow counter straight up to the ceiling. Mother’s good dishes were displayed in her dining room. When I inherited them, I sent these acres of good dishes up to live with the kids and Bee. My good dishes are Russell Wright and Blue Ridge Southern Potteries that have always lived on open shelves.

I want to see my follies.

This is the first house I, and we, have ever had the money to have glass doors over the cupboards. I ruined my grandmother’s set of white Haviland by keeping them on open shelves when we lived on a dirt road. No ruined dishes here behind their doors….but sticky dirty dishes if I don’t use them regularly. Did I note there are three sets of dishes in this small cupboard? Well, they are going to be cleaner today. Yes, in reality, I’m laughing at myself.