Small Things
It’s the small things that bring the greatest joy really. The Snook has been moaning for months about the cutlery basket in our dishwasher. It’s obviously not that one that came with the machine, and all the knives fall out the bottom. He told me two weeks ago in all seriousness that replacing that basket “would cause the greatest immediate change in his own personal happiness.” So last weekend we went to IKEA and got a couple of these. They work great and nothing falls out. He’s happy.

For me, the small thing that annoys me most is the lack of handles and knobs in our kitchen. The cupboards all have spring magnetic catches, but they don’t work so well. So without handles, you have to scrabble and grope to get them open. On that same trip to IKEA, we picked up a bunch of cheap metal knobs and handles. (We’ll probably redo the kitchen someday, so it wasn’t worth springing for the fancy ones.) The Snook fired up his drill on the weekend and started installing. This morning I groggily stepped into the kitchen to feed the cat, and when I reached for the cupboard… it just immediately opened beneath my hand. Such a small thing, but it totally brightened my day.

And lastly, here I am on my first day back from a week’s vacation, and I’ve got an actual desk and cubicle! It doesn’t sound like much, but at least I’m not sitting at a crappy picnic table anymore. It’s bliss.