Dishes

Over the last few days, I had been neglecting the growing pile of dirt dishes that was growing on my counter, but today I decided to wash them all. The dish drying rack I have is not designed to hold the amount of dishes that I now required it to hold. This is a situation which I find myself in quite frequently. Actually, I suppose that it does not actually occur all that frequently, as it takes several days to accumulate such a large quantity of dirty dishes. Never mind. It is a situation in which I find myself in sometimes.

Though this situation is somewhat inconvenient, I kind of enjoy it. I think that a giant tower of drying dishes is more exciting than a sparsely populated dish rack. There is a sense of accomplishment in overcoming the limitations of the dish rack's limited real estate. One appreciates the delicate balance of the dishes. Each dish occupies its proper place in the hierarchy of the dish tower, each dish depends on the dishes around it for support. There is a chaotic beauty in the dish tower that would not exist if I wasn't a lazy procrastinator.