‘Cause it’s the little things that mean a lot
It’s what you are, not what you got
Methinks that Sonny and Cher had it right. Sometimes it’s the little things that make life more pleasant. Having an electronic garage door opener is one of them. It’s not that my life’s joy would be greatly reduced if I had to open it manually, even in winter when we actually use the garage to park the car, but it’s just nice to drive right in.
I feel much the same way about the banana stand. I thought Cuppa was losing it the day she came home proudly bearing the banana stand like a cat with a mouse, but I would now miss the thing if it were gone. In fact, I have just decided to say hello to it every morning when I extract my breakfast banana.
And don’t get me started about the toast grabber, which is the term I had to use to find images on Google — toast grabber. I recall giggling when Cuppa brought that particular metaphorical mouse home, but it sure beats using fingers or metal objects to extract the toast. I have grown so fond of the little device that when our previous one broke, I was quite saddened by the loss. But Cuppa was able to patch it and keep it in service until we were able to find another.