My wonderful child bought me a gift that she thought I would love. A small handled jar opener. Not the kind that actually cuts the top off a can, the kind that you slip around the top of a screw top lid and tighten, allowing you to unscrew the lid. I guess it had come to her attention that I complained that I no longer have enough strength in my hands to open jars. I wasn’t worried; if I couldn’t open a jar I would just call my husband and hand it over.
But the gift got me to thinking about a few other gifts one might receive that showed the passage of time.
* Large print books and Playing cards
* Magnifier in the kitchen to read recipes and backs of boxes for instructions
* Large clasp that hooks on zippers so you can zip and unzip to your heart’s content
* Slippers with non slip rubberized bottoms
* Hand and feet warmers
* Foot massage or as they are advertised- Hydrotherapy Foot Bath
* Any fruit or food of the month club
I have to admit, some of the items I would love to have. However, with seven pairs of reading glasses scattered about the house, the magnifier is completely unnecessary.
My Mother always taught me that it is the thought that counts. And I have to admit I can open jars without calling anyone for help. I just worry Kirk will feel unneeded. Maybe once and awhile for old times’ sake I’ll ask him anyway. Probably when I have mistakenly put the jar opener in the refrigerator and can’t find it.