We drove through Bakersfield in December and bought a stabilizer gimcrack from the guy who invented it. It looked lovely in its cardboard box, snuggled against the fireplace for a couple of months, then beside the dining table. This week it was allowed to see the light of day for a few minutes before it got installed under Homer and will be there forevermore. What a difference! We could probably hold a square dance in here now and none of the neighbors would notice any rocking. And I have one less thing to whine about.
Wine? Maybe just a little to celebrate.