The Petty Details

“If it would help, I could get you a bacon press.”

I am poised over the hot frying pan, waiting to flip a quesadilla.   Waving the spatula at him, I give him my best stink eye.

“What?”

“I thought you said you wanted to keep up the minimalist lifestyle?”

“I do, and having a tool that makes your life simpler fits.”

We are restocking items sold last year when we gave up our house and most of our material goods, having decided to re-establish a bricks and sticks home for when we are not RVing.

“A single-purpose item does not qualify as minimalist; it qualifies as clutter!”

Our eyes lock in a contest of defiance.

“This is going in a blog post!” I retort, breaking the tension.

“Well, you better write about the electric knife, too.”

Fair enough.  Earlier in the day, while he was perusing point sites (seeing how many household items he can replace with earned rewards) he filled a cart which he asked me to peruse.

“Toaster, corning ware, one pot, electric knife”, I read out loud.

“Electric knife?”

“Right there! It says electric knife. I thought we agreed we have enough knives.”

“We did, and look again – this is an electric kettle. A good hint would have been to look at the adjacent picture.”

Damn my brain, playing tricks on me again.

See what we both have to put up with.

 

 

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Writer, avid reader, former educator, and proud grandmother, currently experiencing life through the lens of ME/CFS. Words are, and always have been, a lifeline. Some of the best adventures, I'm discovering, take place in the imagination.

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