What a gift a dishwasher is

I was pondering on Friday, what a gift a dishwasher is. For most of my life I recall having one, though I am sure at some point my parents didn't. Dane and I had one apartment for a short while, that didn't have one and that led to many dish duty disputes. However, we made it through. You sort of take it for granted, and some work better then others. When we owned our own home we weren't terribly worried about quality, we just hoped it worked. We'll I had the opportunity to teach our housekeeper how to use one. This house just got one for the first time, and she had literally never seen or touched one before. She was nervous about "breaking it" and in awe of it's magical powers. So, for the second time I showed her patiently how to put the soap in, load it and turn it on, and reassured her she wouldn't break it. And later started thinking it really is kind of magical. It's the little things that make you wonder some time.