I am becoming organized in spite of myself. I just made a delicious, simple lunch of Thai rice, fried egg, green onion and avocado, without any intention of cleaning up after myself. There were already dishes left over from last night’s amazing dinner, (fiddlehead ferns, unpronounceable and meltingly tender white fish with rice and a raspberry orange-mint liqueur from Tangled Gardens) which was cooked by wonderful roommate Beth. In addition, we still haven’t finished cleaning the kitchen thoroughly since the move, so a dish here and there isn’t a priority.
Yet, five minutes after the rice was done, I realized that I was automatically cleaning all the dishes, and had a beautiful expanse of clean counter to my right. How amazing! After three months of living in a hostel, where there are no less than seven signs festooned around the sink telling you to do your dishes, cleaning up in the kitchen has become not just a habit, but a helpful habit that is completely unconscious, and resistant to interference!
Thanks, HI Halifax! You were a civilizing influence!
