The First Thing I Noticed

            The first thing I noticed was the slow cooker base—the part you are NOT supposed to immerse—half-filled with soapy bubbles and sitting in the sink.  As I bustled about to put together a slightly late lunch, I opened the cabinet door to get the multipurpose spray so I could wipe down the table.  That was when I saw the pool of water.  Two bath towels later, it was mopped up.

            I opened the dishwasher and found a full load of dirty dishes, the Cascade powder emptied from the soap trays into the machine.  A top-rack-only item was on the bottom rack, so I did a little rearranging.  Then I shut the door and started the cycle.

            At some point I spotted an armload of dirty laundry neatly rolled up on the kitchen counter, so I delivered it to the clothes hamper in the bathroom.

            And when I tried to rinse off a peach, I discovered the source of the leak:  the sink now dispenses its water rather forcefully out from the faucet base and down into the cabinet below rather than through the faucet.

            Finally, Mom and I sat down to our simple meal:  egg salad for her, peanut butter for me, fresh peach slices for us both.  I guess she was pretty busy while I was at my flute lesson.  At least now I have an excuse to get a new slow cooker.