Breakfast done, I took up my post at the kitchen sink on Sunday morning. Laura had my camera and captured me rinsing the dishes. My back was to her as I gazed into the back yard. The counter still needed to be cleared, and I was still wearing my pajamas.
I remember my mom at the kitchen sink when I was a girl. A big family generates lots of dishes. Except for Sundays, my mom didn’t delegate the dishes. I think she liked the quiet time. We avoided disturbing her, knowing that if we did, we would need to help with wiping the table or putting away leftovers.