Three Things
I feel like such a grownup. At my age. It’s all because of my new dishwasher. It performs in almost absolute silence. Has three racks. A nice stainless-steel interior. I feel obligated to dirty dishes just so it doesn’t feel ignored. Which is why I baked a sweet potato and fried up some sausage last night for dinner, I needed dirty dishes. Then I forgot and used a paper plate. Durn.
Speaking of sweet potatoes, it’s hard to believe they’re considered good for you. I baked one last night, cut it open, slopped in some butter and cinnamon. I could have easily eaten two. It was better than a dessert. I think it’s a sweet conspiracy created by sugar manufactures to get us hooked. I’m a willing participant. And to think there was a time when I abhorred sweet potatoes, avoided them at all costs. I think it was the texture. To mushy. Now? It’s the texture and the taste. I’m all in.
Today I’m going to get a haircut. And I like the play on words of that idea and I’m sure my friends are tired of my reply each time they say, “You got a haircut,” and I say, “Yeah, can you tell which one?” And when I try to write that I’m getting a hair cut my software reminds me the words belong together, but I’m trying to tell a joke. It’s a hair. I got it cut. Jeez. And I know it’s more of a dad joke than anything, but I just like the idea of getting a hair cut, even if no one gets it or barely thinks it’s funny.
John W. Wilson is the author of The Long Goodbye: A Caregiver’s Tale