Tonight As I finished up doing the dishes, I was rinsed out the sink was struck by the memory of my Grandpa wiping their new stainless steel sink dry every time he finished doing the dishes.
He and Grandma saved up to remodel their kitchen, and had everything installed brand new. The previous sink was old, stained porcelain, and that shiny new stainless steel sink was newly in vogue at the time. It’s no wonder he was so careful to wipe it down after every use.
I have to wonder what he’d think about me letting my stainless steel sink air dry? Probably he’d get why I don’t bother, though I can’t remember if he and Grandma quit wiping the sink dry before or after he passed away. I have no memory of Grandma doing it at all.
Strange how random memories pop to the surface like a bottle that’s been trapped on the bottom of a lake, until something shifts.
These are the type of things that roll through me, and inspire me to sit down and write. The Muse hits me and if I don’t get it out in the moment something is lost if I try to pick it up later. I’m glad to have a chance to put this down in writing. Later when I’m gone, I hope my kids appreciate the stories and the quirky way my mind works. Hopefully they see a little if themselves in me.
Here’s hoping your Muse strikes you at a time and place that allows for proper expression. It’s such a loss when the ideas barrel through an are lost for lack of an opportunity. Blessings all!