The Dish Ran Away with the Spoon
Once in awhile I help Wendy load her dishwasher. However, she right before she runs the dishwasher has to rearrange the dishes inside. It is pretty amazing how she can do some minor rearranging and suddenly there is a lot more room. It is ironic that I am the one that often unloads the dishwasher and still cannot load it properly. This a statement that Wendy points out regularly.
Dishwashers are nice, but they make you ration out your dishes. Before I was exposed to a dishwasher I would try and wash everything once I used it. I did not like something sitting in the sink. Now I am becoming clean and with exposure to a dishwasher I do not mind as much to let the dishes sit. It is hard for me to gauge when the dishwasher is ready to be run. I do not want to run it too early, yet I do not want it to use so much dishes that we have none to eat off of. When you run out of dishes that is a good test of when to run the dishwasher. That is also a favorable way of dealing with washing clothes. It is pretty weird that that is how most things with washing work. Wait until the last possible moment.
Back to packing, I have always had a hard time with issues with space. I am not much of a packer. I cannot visualize things before they are placed in something. I think that is why I do not enjoy decorating. I cannot see something and make it happen. I am just as satisfied as leaving something the way it is. That is why I pay someone else to do it, my fiancee Wendy.
Have fun you movers and shakers. I am spacing out.
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