A signature E.g. work.
I actually enjoy doing dishes. It can take a while to psyche myself up to it sometimes, but once the sink is filling and the first few glasses are swishing through, I usually start whistling or singing.
However, there is no beauty in my dishwashing beyond the cleanliness itself. As soon as all the glasses have landed on the rubber mat in the second sink, I start tossing them onto their shelves while the plates soak a bit. Very efficient am I.
ON THE OTHER HAND, when E.g. washes the dishes, she builds little empires of beauty and ingenuity.
Yesterday we had Jane and Robert over for roast beef supper. The roast was served with mashies and collards and parsnips and gravy and vinegar for the greens and pickled beets and zucchini relish and apple crisp and freshly-whipped cream and water and wine oh and some Italian salami and two types of cheese and two types of salty biscuits as an appetizer, and thus we managed to dirty nearly every dish in the house.
Somehow E.g. decided that since I had made the mess, she should clean it up. I didn’t argue too hard.
So this morning, I came downstairs to this lovely living sculpture, whisk, collander and all.