Thursday, December 30, 2010

Midnight Facial Mask & An Empty Sink

Hudson and I are two very different people, yet we're so similar at times. We both destroy the kitchen while cooking. He's an early bird; I'm a night owl. It's not that I don't like worms, I do, I'm just not programmed to awaken easily. Ask anyone who knows me, especially Hudson, my brother, my mom, Mark Hall and Bubba. They'll confirm. Needing to look my best tomorrow for NYE 2010, I've slathered a potent white cream all over my face, covering every pore possible, hoping for magic. Beauty sleep is also very important. But there's just something about an empty sink. I need an empty sink. We chopped up our entire CSA bag today, plopping the fresh, organic, local produce into a steaming pot of vegetable and tomato broth. Our soup. Was awesome. Is awesome. There's surprisingly still some left. The counters are covered with unwanted segments of vegetables - the bruised, dehydrated, undesirable ends and stems. A heap of dirty dishes awaits me in the sink. I could go to bed. I should. Yet the wonderfully rewarding feeling of productively scrubbing all of those dishes, of finishing today today, beckons me. I don't want to wake up tomorrow and be burdened with yesterday's destruction. Let's get on with our lives. And I actually enjoy washing dishes. I haven't had the luxury of living avec dishwasher for the last five years. Someday it will be a requirement. But until I have bigger things to worry about, like children or ailments, I think I'll manage just fine. Strapping on my yellow gloves, I conquer the sink. I even scrub it down, then move to the counters, then to those few chunks of runaway veggies on the floor. Tomorrow I can focus on my nagging to-do list, whether it be the one in my phone or the one parading around in my mind.

There's just something about washing dishes and an empty sink...