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| It Is Enough |
I was recently reminded that the terms of the divorce prevent me from using the dishwasher in my house for as long as Kris shall stay here. It is a bitter pill, but there it is and I'm not going to fight over it.
I was feeling vexed over the inconvenience of this, as dishes accumulated in my sink. We have all washed dishes by hand, but going backwards just feels wrong. Also, I'm trying to be neat, which is difficult when denied access to technology.
Then it hit me: the problem is not the technology - the problem is that I have too much silverware!
For decades I have had a full silverware tray with about ten knifes, forks and spoons. Having them all match was important to Kris, and nothing to me, so when it was all divided, I got the odds-and-ends, a tray full of metal that over the course of days would be converted from shiny stainless steel to food-soiled implements that lead to my vexation.
I washed them all. I set aside one of each: one knife, one fork, one spoon. The rest I stored in an out-of-the-way drawer, in case this experiment failed - but it did not fail.
- For breakfast, I used the spoon and I washed the spoon.
- For lunch, I used the fork and I washed the fork.
- For dinner I used all three, and I washed all three.
