I’m leaving them in the sink, first because we were watching Charlie Rose with 9/11 survivors. My husband fell sound asleep on the sofa. I just woke him after making sure the dog was taken care of and even turned down his side of t he bed.
Tomorrow is Saturday and I’ll be up at least two hours earlier so I can rinse and run the dishwasher and hand-wash the rest.
Mom never left a dish unwashed at the end of the evening, even if we had to have 150 people over after a concert for fund-raising purposes.
Mom’s gone now, nearly three years. But Dad is putting on two stellar events this weekend. He turns 80 next week and had to create a ballet company in his retirement. God bless him and Jane, his artistic muse, and my brother for bringing this company alive.
Now that I think about it I think I’ll do the dishes. I wasn’t allowed to wash as a child, only dry dishes. Is my mother looking over my shoulder and telling me what I’m doing wrong? Perhaps. I just usually don’t hear her. May she rest in peace. Dee
Cooking with Dee 