Washing the dishes always gives me time to think, a dangerous practice you might suggest.
I’m left handed, and wear a cool titanium wedding ring, with a blue wavy band, signifying the Atlantic that currently separates us.
The downside of titanium is that it leaves black streaks around the inside of the cups where my ring finger, over the scouring pad, keeps hitting it.
Idly changing hands, I realised that no longer would I be endangering the glaze in the cup.
Sudden revelation. > >
My wife is currently recovering from surgery on her right rotator cuff, torn some time ago, and, on her own, is having/ has had a lot of simple domestic problems that we all take for granted when we have the use of both hands/arms.
Like most makers/tool users, I have a reasonable ambidexterity, and perhaps she has some as well, but if we had more, doing the ironing, for example, we be much easier. We would have much more strength and control if we practised on simple things.
So my mornings talk finishes with the following admonition.
Teach your body a second language.
Use your other hand, and be prepared for that day when you need it.