December 16, 2006
My grandfather always washes the supper dishes. He sits on a tall stool in front of the big double sink and cheerfully washes and rinses the dishes. I dry. At home, I get annoyed that my sister always washes and I have to dry and put away, which I consider to be two jobs, but I never feel that way with him. He says the hot water makes his arthritis feel better, as his gnarled hands easily wash and rinse, wash and rinse. Afterwards, we’ll sit in the breakfast nook and shell peanuts to eat while he tells me stories.