I bought myself a juicer a few weeks ago. I’ve gone through 3 25 pounds of carrots, numerous mangoes, some apples and pears, nectarines and limes. Along with some kale and grapes. I’m having a great time. I scrub the veggie carry it to the juicer, juice it, go back to the sink, scrub some more, back to the juicer. When the canister is full of pulp I carry it to the sink, rinse it out, do it again. Love the juice, it’s good for me and I’m having fun.
As I was drifting off to sleep the other night my mind started off on its own path and made a seemingly obvious conclusion, one that my waking mind was oblivious to. (Now there’s an interesting contrast–obvious and oblivious. Just two additional letters, an additional syllable and we have a new word with a totally different meaning. Never noticed that before. Okay, let’s focus).
Move the juicer next to the sink so I’m not making endless trips with wet, scrubbed veggies from sink to counter, then back again to the sink with a drippy canister full of pulp. Put the juicer next to sink. Saves time and mess.
How simple, how obvious! How cool of my wandering mind to stumble on this great idea.
small happinesses 