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Sunday, August 12 2001

The Dishwasher

At some time during our courtship, Pat mentioned that she would some day like to have a dishwasher. She loved to cook but always hated cleaning up the dishes, pots and pans afterwards. Being the valiant gentleman that I am, I promised that when she became my bride, I would see that she had a dishwasher. After all, I had installed them for others so why not for the love of my life?

We soon married and moved into a two-bedroom house I had built for my mother and me. Mom continued living with us and the house was too small for the three of us. We moved to another, larger, two-story house we also owned. We no sooner settled in till it became obvious that Pat and especially Mom were having trouble with the steps to get up to the bedrooms. So we added on to the front of our house so we could have two bedrooms and a bath on the first floor.

We did all the inside work ourselves so it took the better part of a year. We enjoyed the new easily accessible bedrooms for several years with no problems. Then, Mom's and Pat's conditions worsened. Mom had to use a wheelchair occasionally and Pat had to use one nearly all the time. We had a fairly large kitchen, but with two wheelchairs moving around and three foster children plus me and the dog, meal times were getting cramped.

Of course, we called out the Caldwell construction crew to add more onto the house. We built on a large room, porch and carport to the back, all easily accessible to the wheelchairs. Now, we are all set to keep on rolling.

Oh, yes, the dishwasher, well, I saw that my love had only the best. Her dishwasher not only washes and dries the dishes; hers cleans the counters and appliances and puts the dishes away. And I will have you know that I do a first-rate job.

Sea sells

A couple lived near the ocean and used to walk the beach a lot. One summer they noticed a girl at the beach pretty every day. She wasn't unusual, nor was the travel bag she carried, except for one thing; she would approach people who were sitting on the beach, glance around furtively, then speak to them. Generally, the people would respond negatively and she would wander off, but occasionally someone would nod and there would be a quick exchange of money for something she carried in her bag.

The couple assumed she was selling drugs and debated calling the cops, but since they didn't know for sure, they just continued to watch her. After a couple of weeks, the wife said, "Honey, have you ever noticed that she only goes up to people with boom boxes and other electronic devices?" He hadn't, and said so. Then she said, "Tomorrow, I want you to get a towel and our big radio and go lie out on the beach. Then we can find out what she's really doing."

The plan went off without a hitch and the wife was almost hopping up and down with anticipation when she saw the girl talk to her husband and then leave. The man walked up the beach and met his wife at the road.

"Well,? Is she selling drugs?" she asked, excitement pouring out with her voice.

"No, she's not." he said, enjoying this probably more than he should have.

"Well,? What is it, then? What does she do?" his wife fairly shrieked.

The man grinned and said, "She's a battery salesman."

"A battery salesman?", cried the wife. "Yes," he replied,.... "She sells 'C' cells by the sea shore!"

Sent by Mike Harrison

Forgiven and forgotten

God does not wish us to remember what he is willing to forget.

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