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looking for what's missing... I'm a knitting, spinning, mother of teenagers with a big dog, a small cat, minus the lovely rabbit Meliflua.

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Right now I'm listening to "An Irish Country Village" by Patrick Taylor, reading "Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake" by Anna Quindlen and knitting Wisconsin Wintersocks. And casting off the lace shawl I've been working on since I last posted.

Friday, March 03, 2006

There are two kinds of people in this world

Those that empty the bottom rack of the dishwasher first and those that don’t. You might point out that most people in the world don’t even HAVE dishwashers -- 50% of the people in this world have never made or received a telephone call. No, I am not blinded by affluence in a Marie-Antoinette-Russian-Czar-Ugly-American kind of way. I’m not talking about the difference between Martha Stewart and Erma Bombeck. That’s just window dressing. I’m talking about the central nature of a person.

Some people are born with the inclination to empty the bottom rack first. It is not that they know this. It’s not that they consciously think about it. It just Is. The rest of us mumble to ourselves as we unload the top rack and dribble little rivulets of water on what had previously been dry dishes beneath thinking, “There’s got to be a better way.” Even when we have an AHA moment we still have to train ourselves against our natural inclination to do the top rack first.

Some people move through life in an elegant compact way. Not with money and things but the grace of a gazelle. And you have to admit, a gazelle doesn’t have money. They don’t even have pockets. They’re not at the top of the food chain. One minute they’re grazing and the next minute, lion lunch.

There are plenty who would tell me the lion is, by definition, the winner. Yet when someone says “graceful” we think of a gazelle. We treasure that mental picture of superb hang-time in away that the lion, for all his power, cannot have. Maybe it’s the memory of us – not our reputation; that’s Stewart/Bombeck and what other people think – but the memory of who we really that makes the difference. If you’re thinking, “She’s babbling,” go read my favorite children’s book Frederick by Leo Lionni. (By the way, Frederick’s tiny wise mouse face has recently been splashed across a US postage stamp.)

Maybe I’m a bit sleep-deprived… Like I said. There are two kinds of people in this world. Those who eat the long french fries first and those who eat the short ones.

Quote for the day: Life is short; wear cashmere. – Susan Gordon Lydon

3 Comments:

Anonymous Jan said...

Don't forget to ask your physical therapist about clams (the exercise), to see if that would help your radiating pain. It makes it hurt when you do it, but eases it later, for me.

I'm a top-first unloader, too!

9:41 AM  
Anonymous joanie said...

bottom rack unloader here. it just makes sense to me, especially with our dishwasher, which often winds up with small containers tipped over and filled with water on the top shelf.

11:44 AM  
Anonymous bob said...

sometimes i'm too lazy to get to the bottom rack. the top rack is so conveniently located within reach -- no bending over or reaching in to speak of...

10:29 PM  

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