Recently, I decided to polish the silver, for the first time as an adult. A good twenty years have passed since I last polished silver, but my hands haven't forgotten the simple process. Soft cloths, the acrid sweet smell of blue-gray polish, warm water and multiple dries - mustn't leave behind any spots! In this modern day of paper towels and dishwashers, of speed and efficiency, I find that I don't mind the repetitious smoothing and cleansing of each piece. As my hands clear the tarnish of years gone by, I can't help but imagine the weathered hands of relatives who have passed across each piece, deep in their own mental mediation, thinking perhaps of upcoming dinner guests. I imagine the delicate foods planned and laboriously prepared, the finest meal creations available to a simple farming lifestyle.
And as I stand back and admire my handiwork, fingers dry and chalky from the polish, I think, "That'll do".
What simple chores free your mind from worries?
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