While Jared was eating Lobster at Dean Kamen’s home in New Hampshire last Thursday, our kitchen’s garbage disposal gave up the ghost. It just no longer worked. It hummed softly when turned on, but never again viciously tore apart small food remnants into even smaller remnants to be washed away.

(And no, I didn’t stick anything into it to jam it, abuse it, or break it. It was just its time to pass on.)

So, the past week, we’ve been trying to make it work without the disposal. And let me tell you, I will never take them for granted again.

I won’t go into too much detail, as not to take the glory away from all the time Jared completely redoing the plumbing under the sink and replacing the old disposal with a “totally awesome monster one.” But I think tomorrow we’ll be able to use the sink again. And that makes me happy.

Also thinking happy thoughts is the fact that I got to meet with my CTWP friends in our post-institute meeting. Not everyone was there, but it was definitely a nice chance to see most of them again. But as it’s late, and Jared wants me to start sticking to a back-to-school sleeping schedule for my health, I will go into that more another time.

In summary: Long Live the Garbage Disposals!