Blog @ Work

Dishes or no dishes, that's the question

I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes and six months later you have to start all over again. Joan Rivers

Doing the dishes is a big shore to me. I detest it. There’s only me to count for so you would say there is not much cleaning up to do anyway: one plate, one fork, spoon, knife, a couple of mugs, glasses, and some pots and pans. But I got a lot of kitchen stuff to choose from, so there you go. It adds up very quickly.

I am a procrastinator by nature: a postponer or a cunctator, which means lingerer in Latin. I like to think it’s not out of sheer laziness or habitual carelessness but because I have other things to do. Like writing this blog!

Washing dishes: the process of cleaning cooking utensils, dishes, cutlery and other items. This is either achieved by hand in a sink or using dishwasher and may take place in a kitchen, utility room, scullery or elsewhere. There are cultural divisions over rinsing and drying after washing.(GoogleSearch)

Working, writing, reading, computering, walking the dog, doing groceries, seeing other people, watching movies: there is always something more important than cleaning up the kitchen and doing dishes.

I do dishes by hand. There is no place in this house for a dishwasher, unfortunately, so I am bound to use bowl and brush.

I don’t mind writing about it, it’s the actual doing that gets in the way.

Where does this all leads to? I am motivating myself into getting up from this seat in front of the computer screen, and drag my butt to the kitchen where a real treat is waiting for me on this Sunday morning.

My working top is totally covered with cutlery. (I tried to 'wish' it away but of course that didn’t help).

I check my mail first, then I will do it.
I put out the garbage, then I shall do it.
I walk the dog, then I go do it.
I take a shower, then I do it.

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