Shouldn't…but Do

I bonded with my kitchen sink this morning. American Standard, porcelain, two basins, nothing fancy and definitely not new – something like me.

Sinks. To “sink,” is to “become submerged,” or “go under.” A cavity, a reservoir that holds – like a carbon sink – until it is time to move on. Or that “sinking feeling,” when your energy seeps away from a disturbing sight.

Sinks are located in the kitchen, the most popular place at a party and a place where food is grubbed, cooked and primped. Sinks are the things that generally hold what is done, unlike the refrigerator, that holds things that are waiting.

Before dishwashers, dishes shrugged their debris off in sinks and emerged clean again. Sometimes they still do. Sinks can hold different forms – dishes, foods, liquids, a shoe – now and then – that needs to be scrubbed.

Sinks seem pretty solid. They can take the messy stuff, what’s too hot, and what’s too cold, what’s been used up. A bit like a good friend who can handle what you’ve got. I’m grateful for my sink.