Monday’s Musings on Tuesday-My Refrigerator I Have Loved, My Dishwasher I Have Hated…

“I hate you!” I scream into the cavern of my brushed-steel dishwasher. “What do you do around here but take up space, drink gallons of vinegar and eat literally loads of dishwashing detergent! And what do I have to show for it? Cloudy, soap-caked dishes, that’s what! Why don’t you grow up?” I heave the door into the upright position as the microwave gently reminds me that I’m warming up my coffee for the 4th time.

“Okay, okay, I hear you!”

Opening the door to my refrigerator to grab the half in half, I feel an overwhelming urge to hug my boxy friend. “I love you. You store more food than I can possibly let go bad in a month AND you give me fresh drinking water whenever I’m thirsty. PLUS, I don’t have to feed you anything!”

What can I say but, ‘My refrigerator I have loved, my dishwasher I have hated.’ It’s then that the microwave reminds me again. This time the beeping seems sterner. I extract my 5-hour-old coffee while still in my PJ’s and head toward my office with determination. Then I hear it. The beep beep beeping of the 20-plus-year old dryer. It prompts me for the 5th time that my clothes are really, really, dry now and please take them out since I’m tired of reminding you.

“I know, I know, stop nagging me!” I retrieve the clothes and begin to fold. The phone rings and I answer “Charter Boat Gypsy.” Yes, we have an opening. Yes, my husband is a great fisherman, and yes we want and need your money. It’s then that I perceive strangers conversing in my bedroom. It’s the weather radio, warning me of a storm. Balancing the calendar for the boat in one hand, while cradling the phone under my chin, I turn off the radio and pencil in the customer.

“Mom, do you have my lunch?”

“Of course,” I lie. Gong back to my first love, I remove two pieces of store-bought fried chicken and grapes, throw them into a plastic bag with chips. I need a note. Wandering into my bedroom, I find the verse of the day, scribbling in on a big post-it, I wrap it around two pieces of dark chocolate.

“Rejoice in the Lord, always, and again I say rejoice!” Philippians 4: 4.

“I am rejoicing, Lord, but do you know what I did with my cold coffee?”

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