POTS AND PANS AND DRYERS

I have been thinking about pots and pans. When I wash the dishes I scrub and scrub on the stainless steel, the aluminum, the cast iron, even the glass pots and pans. They come fairly clean but never sparkle. I have decided that if Tandy, Jessi and I were in a pot cleaning contest, I would come in first, Tandy second and Jessi third. Then, if Mother, Chelle and Elenore were in a pot cleaning contest, they would all tie for first. Why is it that I can scrub and scrub and apply all the elbow grease I have, but pots still come out with a smudge or a burned place. Then Elenore or Chelle can come for a visit, help with the dishes, briefly rinse over the same pot and it sparkles like a diamond. I guess they inherited mother's magic.

About the dryer. Grandchildren carry things in their pockets. You should always empty their pockets before you wash their clothes. I encouraged the children to throw out corn for Ivan the peacock. They had a grand time strewing the corn around and I enjoyed watching them. Ivan, of course, enjoyed eating the corn. Grandpa Ron is now on the porch trying to fix my dryer that seems to be stuck from being jammed with wet corn.