Tuesday, April 1, 2008
To be sung to the tune of "I Love the Mountains", sung to me as a child by my mother.
"I love the dishes, I love the pots and pans, I love the silverware, I love dishwater hands, I love to do them all after every meal. Kitchen duty, kitchen, duty kitchen duty, kitchen duty."
(Doing the dishes is usually my least favorite chore, probably because after I've just enjoyed a yummy meal - one that I most likely prepared - I'd rather not stand at the sink. Dave is most often the dishwasher. Our dishwasher has been out of commission for a few weeks now (the actual dishwasher - not Dave) and on several occasions I've had to dip in my ore. I've found that if I slow down, put on some good music, sing along, get my grove on, enjoy the warm water, and take interest in the form and color of the dishes - I can find beauty.)