Rubber-band Relationships

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More Little Theories

What do rubber-bands, relationships and dishwashers have in common?

Today I offer another Little Theory: this one about rubber-bands, which proves an apt metaphor for human relationships and household appliances.

What comes to mind when I mention rubber-bands?

I think of childhood ponytails, which we secured with bands from home-delivered newspapers.

Today I find rubber-bands embracing store-bought spinach and broccoli.

That means I need to wash the rubber-bands for future employment.

Rubber-bands are full of dirt.

So I wash them.

I load them in the dishwasher, placing them carefully in the silverware basket, safe from the propellers of the magic machine.

I figure the dishwasher saves me time and there’s no extra effort in cleansing the rubber-bands along with the spoons and forks.

I learned this technique from my mum, who would bathe household keys in the dishwasher.

She would take your keys, remove the ring, and run them through a cycle.

Clean keys.

Clean rubber-bands.

Truth is, rubber-bands are a metaphor for relationships and a litmus test for compatibility.

When you are fresh in a relationship, the rubber-band of romance stretches all the way to Alaska’s Denali mountain-top.

My stretch came when I learned of my mate’s kitchen skills.

He made us dinner.

I tucked into Trader Joe’s tofu dogs slathered in bottled spaghetti sauce.

Slowly the rubber-band relaxed back to its former shape as I replaced the salty dogs and tomato sauce with fish and fresh greens.

Then, one day, the dishwasher shuttered and died.

Seems a rubber-band got wrapped around the gear of the motor.

See, said the worker-bee, pulling out the motor and showing me and my sweetheart the motor, choked to death with a clean rubber-band.

We paid for a new motor and labor and parts, and I waited for the relationship rubber-hand to stretch into the combat zone.

But there was no judgment.

No scolding.

No knives.

Just the calm acceptance that comes with washed keys and clean rubber-bands.

And fresh greens.

4 April 2019

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About Cynthia Coleman Emery

Professor and researcher at Portland State University who studies science communication, particularly issues that impact American Indians. She is enrolled with the Osage tribe.
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