These days I am washing dishes by hand, one by one, more carefully and thoughtfully, before putting them in the dishwasher.
It’s not just because I want them to be extra clean in this time of a very infectious virus. Nor is it an obsessive-compulsive practice. Heaven knows that on the scale of clean to dirty households, I usually hover around “acceptable to the health department.” (I subscribe to the philosophy of that great humorous — and Catholic — writer Erma Bombeck, from Dayton, Ohio: “My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.”) Rather, in this epochal time, it seems right to do things slowly, thoughtfully, and with a full appreciation of the task one is undertaking.
The Slow Life in Ohio