Thursday, January 03, 2013

Dishwater thoughts...

Just how many times can I write about attempting to find meaning in monotony? How often can I think on the moments in my life that seem to be happening simultaneously across the years?

It's as though I have had a 15-year conversation in my mind that picks itself up every time I stand on the foam pad in front of my kitchen sink, perpetually swirling and dipping and rinsing. Constantly filling the left side of my stained stainless steel sink with steaming tap water; observing as the jets force the squirt of generic blue dish soap into bubbling submission... Scrubbing and scraping and pondering on Life until all that is left is a filmy gray scum with suspicious lumps tumbling against my hands.

Haven't I thought these thoughts before?

Haven't I had the same revelations repeatedly

repeatedly

repeatedly?

It's as though the steam has softened my brain, because the conversation ceases as soon as I pull that plug and watch the water flow through the drain; washing away the filth of our food and the brilliance of a thought that cannot be held onto without the assistance of a soap-filled sink.



4 comments:

Momo Fali said...

This is why I use a dishwasher. ;)

AJ said...

Deep. {Not being pun-y}.

Running water makes me think deep thoughts... but it seems to all go away as soon as I turn the water off... what is that about?

Marianne said...

Have the kids do the dishes and pour yourself a cold one. Does WONDERS for the old creative process.

Ask Hemingway.

Houseful Of Nicholes said...

My friend, you and I need to take our thoughts on the road. ;)

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