Washing Dishes

Whenever I hand wash dishes, it always makes me feel like my Grandma. She had a dishwasher, but never used it. I never even realized it was there because I never saw it open. Somehow, the way I stand when I'm at the sink, makes me feel like her. Recently, our dishwasher died. I thought it was no big deal to be without one. It's not like the panic I would have if it had been the clothes washer. I knew we'd replace it eventually, but I was all set to be without one for a while. Caroline Ingalls hand washed all her dishes and she didn't even have running water. At least the chore didn't begin with me going to a creek, right?

And then something wonderful happened on Saturday.

My brother-in-law showed up at my house with a brand spankin' new one!!! He wheeled it in and INSTALLED IT immediately. It hums like the purr of a baby kitten. It doesn't show fingerprints. The flatware goes in the door, not the bottom rack, so there's TONS of room. I still have to hand wash a few pieces each evening, and I still enjoy feeling like my sweet Grandma. BUT I LOVE HAVING A DISHWASHER AND I'M NOT ASHAMED TO SCREAM IT TO THE WORLD!!!! I think Caroline would have done it that way too, if her brother-in-law had given her the option.

God bless brother-in-laws!