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Before we had all of these things, I didn't know I needed them. Now I live in a constant state of thankfulness that they are working. Except for the times when they don’t.
Our oven is a champion among ovens. When I remember to do my part (that is, remove the pans in time), it turns out beautiful batches of cookies.
Our boiler is a champion among boilers. It keeps our second story perpetually toasty and keeps our first floor comfortable when we bite the proverbial bullet (non-proverbially, the cash) and crank it up past sixty. Some days (and weeks), we just live our lives upstairs and come down no more often than necessary. Less often than necessary, to be honest.
Our dishwasher is world-class, particularly compared to the one that came with the house. It was a dingy-looking, used-to-be-white dishwasher that looked like it had been around the block a few times, but it was still nice that it was there. When we moved in and learned that it didn’t actually work, it wasn’t nice that it was there anymore. We’re on much better terms with its replacement.
The light in the upstairs hallway bit the dust early last week and took the basement light with it. I never thought I would be so excited about flipping a light switch and having the light go on, but it was a high point of my afternoon. I have also never been more inclined to sing the praises of electricians than today.
My right mitten has a hole in the thumb that I always forget about promptly after taking it off. It still keeps my hand warm. I should probably show enough gratitude for its efforts to fix it properly.
Our windows are splendid. They let in opulent amounts of light and luxurious views of the arctic landscape that is our backyard. That is, the views make our side of the windows, even when we’re wearing scarves indoors, seem luxurious.
It turns out that appreciation is born of having something and not being able to use it. You might think that the need would be felt more keenly if you didn’t have it at all, but that’s not quite true.
This is luxury: things that work.
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