Oooh pretty

Friday, 8:52 am

By Kate

Dec

16

2005

I went downstairs to make a pot of coffee this morning. I pulled out the silverware drawer to grab a spoon and stood there looking dumbly at it, thinking, “I didn’t do that.”

Last night before I went to bed, long after the lad retired, I emptied the dishwasher and put the forks, spoons, and knives away. I am not orderly about it, just pitching them in their respective cubbies any old which way. The fork tines and bowls of the spoons face away from me when I open the drawer. I suppose this is how most people do it, though I could be wrong. There is really only one person I know who ever did it backwards. My mother.

So I stood there, in the kitchen, with my foggy brain this morning wondering how the heck all my knives, forks, and spoons ended up being NEATLY stacked with all the tines, knife blades, and spoon bowls FACING ME.

I probably shouldn’t think about this too carefully. Or much at all. Things happen. My silverware drawer was very pretty this morning.