My family can deal with me building fires in the wood stove in winter. They enjoy the warmth. Hanging wash out on the line in the summer makes no sense to them but it’s okay. But washing dishes by hand! This is too much for them. This isn’t the 19th century, for pity’s sake. We have a dishwasher!
Part of the reason I do it is because I’m cheap. I can’t see spending money running a dishwasher, which sprays water on the dishes for an hour (accomplishing what, I don’t know), when I can wash those dishes in 10 minutes and save a bunch of money on electricity. I save money by hanging out the wash and building a fire, too.
I got to this point in my blog then stumbled along writing, deleting, writing, cutting. I couldn’t find just the right way to explain how washing the dishes makes me feel. So I set the blog aside, to let it marinate in my mind. I’d take a break and read some more of an old book I found, Papa’s Wife. And there it was, just minutes into my break, on page 188.
A story of Swedish immigrants at the turn of the 20th century, tonight’s reading has Papa trying to decide between continuing his brief career as a farmer or going back to being a preacher. And there in Papa’s dilemma was the explanation of my feelings. “Hard as the work was at times, no one complained. It was always a happy tiredness, the kind that comes from the satisfaction of work well done.”
That was it! Washing dishes isn’t the hard work it was a century ago, when first the wood had to be chopped, then the water pumped from the well and heated on the stove. But there is still the satisfaction of having done a job, and done it well. The dishwasher doesn’t provide that satisfaction.
Now, I don’t want to go back to the days of Papa’s life, before indoor plumbing, electricity, and central heat and air. (When the fire’s not going I appreciate my furnace!) I don’t envy Papa or any of history’s citizens who lived before these luxuries. But there is something to be said about doing a “difficult” job and doing it well, participating in the process.
I’ve built tonight’s fire and washed the dishes. No furnace or dishwasher tonight.
(But if you come up with a machine to do the dusting, I’ll buy it!)