i had been using a snow-globe wine stopper on the bottle
mfr had been away on a exhausting week-long business trip and came back late last night. after catching up, i presented him with the evidence of my malfeasance, apologised and asked if the stopper had any special meaning for him.
he said that since everything in the house was not really his (he'd moved here wholesale with things that ought to have stayed out east, and a whole host of incomprehensible gadgets) so was the case with the stopper. no big deal. and so no big deal it was…or so i thought.
this morning i found a note on the counter, apologising for a "less than ideal response" last night that he blamed on road weariness. "this is not a big deal," he wrote, "sorry."
the stopper lay on the note, the cork part wrapped in bright red electrical tape. "but look how festive it looks now!" the note concluded.
i know this isn't much of a story, there's very little drama or emotion, but sometimes the small kindnesses that we extend to each other, the gentle reminders of caring and being cared for, the lovely ties that bind us to each other are worth noting, amidst all the bellyaching and whinging and snarling angry epithets of this here forum. there's a whole freezer full of homemade turkey meatballs that is my culinary response to his note.