If the government is waiting for people to get out there and spend money they don't have to jump start the economy, they'll be waiting a long time for me to participate. However, this week, I did have to spend. And my dearly beloved told me I was an idiot.
Last weekend, he stumbled into the kitchen, looking for, as Pooh would say, "a small smackerel", and found me with a screwdriver, jar of screws, and this:
"What do you think you're doing?"
"The handle fell off this pan. If I can find a new screw, I can fix it."
"You idiot! How long have you had these pans?"
"Since October of 1989." (Yes, I'm always specific like that.)
"Then buy new ones. If that handle lets go again, you'll hurt yourself."
Well, he didn't like it when I told him that the set I wanted was $200. But he liked it even less when I told him I could probably get a screw and nut assembly for a dollar at the local lumberyard, and then I wouldn't have to get new pans. After all, I liked these pans! So, when the box arrived Friday, the little boys jumped at the opportunity to unpackage them, and line them up for me.
See how pleased my little guy was at finding a present for his mom?
Of course, things in pan-world have changed since October, 1989. I didn't get a frying pan. I got two skillets and a saute pan. There were enough changes to make me want to contemplate, much like medieval monks, the great mysteries of life, including:
"What is the meaning of life?"
"If one has an everyday pan, must one necessarily use it every day?"
"Exactly what is a saucier anyway?"
"How much kitchen crap is too much?"
And, of course, the eternal biggie, "What's for dinner?"
Happy weekend, everyone!