Dirty dishes

I had every intention to drive into town and finish all the things I did not get to yesterday but I just did not have the energy to do so.  That does not mean I just laid around at home.  I had fine washables as well as dishes that were calling my name.

I used to have an aversion to seeing dirty dishes sitting in the kitchen sink, not just mine but if I went to my friends home and I saw that, I immediately began to rectify the situation. I remember my friends' children upon seeing clean dishes drying on the rack would say..."Belinda has been here!".

The aversion has not gone away but I have found ways to work around it.  I have learned that an unused ice chest can become your best friend...well, at least for me...I can hide my dirty dishes and nobody is the wiser...though sooner or later I have to address the issue and today was the day :-(

I guess anything is better than having to face the reality of yet another hurricane or wondering what the hell does "the calm before the storm" means.  By this please do not think that I am trying to interject politics into my blog, but it is an issue that personally deeply troubles me.

Good night.  May you all have Terlingua Dreams.