Scrubbed with Salt

6/5/01 We give thanks, our Father, for all that is ours. For food, friends and our fellowship here this day we are grateful. We give thanks too for our families and the support they give us. Remind us to reach out to others – to maintain our Faith in Thee and to be about those things you would have us do. Amen

Sitting at my new game table/dining room table I spy a water ring. Remembering the latest Facebook tip on housecleaning hacks, I grab the olive and Kosher salt (which seems more hip than regular salt). Lo and behold, Facebook nailed it.

I venture into the living room and attack the old oak table, pictured above in the before and after.

What comes to mind as I scrub, is this is knowledge we used to know. We used to get it from grandmothers. We used to observe our mothers doing this. We used to call mothers to ask how to do things.

We don’t ask or else our sources don’t know, so we turn to Facebook and somebody like me, only with a better manicure (sorry Lynn and Kim, I will try your solution…) has done a nice short video on how to fix water marks, dirty grout, repurposing toilet paper tubes, etc. This used to be things we saw…in real life, not just watched on a screen.

And then I remember, even further back.

Ezekiel 16: 3, 4 “your father was an Amorite and your mother was a Hittite. As for your nativity on the day you were born your navel cord was not cut, nor were you washed in water to cleanse you; you were not rubbed with salt nor wrapped in swaddling cloths.”

Salt and diy sugar scrubs are not new.

Oh wait, that also reminds me. King Solomon said, “There is no new thing under the sun.”