Copyright Bil Lepp
In our house the dishwasher and the kitchen sink are in the same room. They are located right beside each other. This is a colossal design flaw.
We don’t need two places to store dirty dishes in the kitchen. Scholars argue that the sink and dishwasher are situated in close proximity so the dirty dishes can be rinsed and then placed in the dishwasher. Evidently those scholars do not have children. My children believe that trudging all the way from the table, burdened by as much as a single bowl and spoon, is enough toil for one day. They think that the magnanimous act of putting the dirty dish in the sink is a great gift to humanity. To then put the dish into the dishwasher would be flaunting their selflessness in a shameful manner.
Please note that one has to pass the dishwasher to get to the sink.
Furthermore, there are hardly any dirty dishes in the kitchen. The dirty dishes migrate to the living room. This is a factor of climate change. I don’t mean to suggest that migrating dishes are a factor of climate change; I mean eating food in the living room is a factor in climate change. The kids leave dirty dishes in the living room rather than hiking them back to the kitchen. The food rots and produces methane, which stinks, so we have to open the window. Then it gets hot, so we have to run the AC.
I have read that Mt. Everest is becoming a huge garbage heap because climbers jettison useless gear on the mountain rather than hiking it down to the dumpsters by the bathrooms in the parking lot. Our living room is very much like Mt. Everest. It can be hard to breath up there and it is littered with chip bags, candy wrappers, and dirty dishes.
The dishwasher should be in the living room.
And it wouldn’t hurt to put a dumpster two-thirds of the way up Everest.
If the dishwasher were in the living room I would never have to say, “Is it too much trouble for you to carry your dirty dishes from the living room to the kitchen?” Instead, I could say, “Don’t leave your dirty dishes on the coffee table, Sir Edmund Hillary! There is a dishwasher under the TV!”
Actually, my mama brought me up better than that. If Sir Edmund where a guest in my house I would not ask him to carry his dishes to the dishwasher. I would do that for him, but you get my point. Come to think of it, unless it was tea or something, I don’t even think I would feed Sir Edmund in the living room. I ain’t Emily Post but I’m pretty sure that you are supposed to feed Knights of the Realm in the dining room. Unless it is someone like Sir Mick Jagger. I’d feed Sir Mick in the living room, but Jagger doesn’t fit my Everest reference so there’s no sense putting him metaphorically in my living room.
There are some drawbacks to installing a dishwasher in the living room. Eventually the dishwasher in the living room would get full- provided someone actually put the dirty dishes into it- and then someone would run it, and then it would be full of clean dishes desperately needed in the kitchen and no one would take them down to the kitchen and I would be faced with a whole new frustration.
Maybe I could just put the TV in the kitchen. That would limit all my dirty-dishes oriented frustrations to one room. I believe it is very Zen to limit your aggression to a single room. Spreading your frustrations across several rooms ruffles curtains and stirs up dust.
My understanding is that when you get to the top of Everest, that’s it. There’s nowhere else to go. And so it is with this little essay.