I don’t mean fixing dinner– though that, too, is going on in this photo.
No, I’m talking about fixing my crockpot. Yes, ladies and gents, that is my self-same crockpot that has had no handle for nearly three or four years. Taking off the lid when it’s hot has been a ridiculous ceremony involving tongs and pot holders, and usually a big mess. No more!
It finally occurred to me that I might be able to find a replacement handle online.
Now that I’m watching the Olympics, I’m seeing a lot of advertising that I don’t usually see. About how I deserve a break today, and how a BMW will bring me joy… and my kids come telling me how this or that new thing will make my life so much easier.
I was tempted to toss out the crockpot and start over with a newer, shinier, cleaner, less broken one. But even if it might when be cheaper than fixing the one I have, it’s filling up the landfills. This little black mismatched handle is a happy thing for me.
What’s being fixed in your life?