If you happen to follow me on Facebook or know me in real life, you already know that the cracked cooktop and the dishwasher fire were not the end of our home repair woes. Two days after ordering my cooktop and dishwasher (still not in. I’m learning patience and a love of electric skillets) I looked up and noticed two water marks on the ceiling of my kitchen. So I tested them and they were damp. We called a guy. Found out the shower in our master bath was going to need to be retiled and that there was something wrong with our tub. So we started using the shower in the basement (we had that done less than two years ago) only to find that one was leaking as well. (Thankfully, the man who tiled that shower came and it was a quick and free fix – he had just missed an area while sealing the glass surround and because we hardly ever used it, we didn’t notice until it was getting used almost 4 times daily.) House woes and other miscellaneous life stuff had me searching for the bright side. So…10 things I love. Little things, big things, just a random list of 10 things that popped into my mind.
- Netflix. The girl who was once too good for tv is well and truly squashed and is forced to eat her pride and her words about the ridiculousness of people who enjoy television. It keeps me company while I knit. I get to watch television shows that I missed when I was too cool to own a television, documentaries that make me think, and just fun to watch stuff.
- Shorter days. I know I won’t feel like this forever (talk to me in just a few weeks) but for right now, I really do appreciate that by 5 the sky is dark so it feels perfectly acceptable to put on my pajamas and relax.
- Knitting. I’m working on a pair of gift socks. A gift hat. And a cowl for myself. I don’t know that I should be doing personal knitting in the rush of Christmas, but every now and again I work a couple rows on this chunky cowl in the hopes that I’ll be able to wear it before spring. I’ve realized I don’t like knitting with big fat needles. At. All.
- Electric skillets. We haven’t had a cooktop in about three weeks. The first few weeks of sandwiches and going out to eat weren’t so bad. But when I found out the cooktop has been delayed again, I went out and picked up an electric skillet. I’m so grateful that I’m able to brown meat for a crock pot or casserole or tacos.
- House hunting. Not house buying (you know finding a house, putting in an offer, and all the adult-type-paperwork-things that involve home ownership) but the looking for and touring of houses. I love walking through a place and dreaming about what I would keep and what I would change and how we would LIVE in a place. I’ve hit my 3 year mark on this place, so my searching is in full effect.
- Books. I’m currently reading Grapes of Wrath and I’m not very far, I’m struggling with the idea that all of these things that happened during the Dust Bowl – the greed, the misuse and misunderstanding of our environment, the poverty and mistreatment of the poor – and they could just as easily have happened today. It’s depressing to think that the human condition hasn’t changed much in the last 80 or so years and that John Steinbeck could just as easily be writing about factory farms and strip mines today. In lighter fare, I’ve been reading a great deal of fan fiction type stuff “Carry On” by Rainbow Rowell (Harry Potter) and “The Royal We” by Heather Cocks (Wills and Kate). I also just finished The Girl You Left Behind (JoJo Moyes) and Uglies (Scott Westerfield). If you use goodreads, I’d love to share book ideas with you. Come find me.
- The woman who does my hair. I’ve cut my hair pixie short, grown it to the tops of my shoulders, and chopped it so many times I can’t even count. Two years ago I found Beth and begged her to help me grow it out. Well and truly. And every single time I’ve felt like throwing my hands up and saying, “Chop it.”, she’s waved her magic shears and made me like my hair again.
- My flat iron. Which is just one more reason I love the woman that does my hair because she’s the one who introduced us. My hair is not straight enough to be considered straight or curly enough to be considered curly. It’s just enough of both of those to be a frizzy mess of “does whatever the hell it wants” and I can think of about 20 million things I would rather do than my hair. Enter the flat iron. It takes less than 10 minutes, makes my hair look like someone who knows what they are doing did it, and it stays. Hairstyling for the helpless.
- Down comforters. Curling up in a big pile of fluffy warmth? Awesome. My favorite is when Jesse takes a hair dryer and warms it all up first. (Because he’s awesome.)
- Friends & family. I’m a big mush. I’m not going to pretend otherwise. I love my online “penpal” friends. I love my face to face over coffee friends. I love my I-never-get-to-see-them-but-we-talk-on-the-phone-for-hours friends. I love my family that loves the best and tolerates the worst me. I’m just amazingly grateful every day (especially on days where it feels like my house is falling down around my ears) for the people in my corner.
Ten little (and not at all little) things. Now I’m off to watch some Netflix and knit.