The High Cost of No Joy

You know I read Marie Kondo’s tiny, unassuming work called “The Life-
Changing Magic of Tidying Up.” It’s about only having things around you that give you joy.
Easy enough idea, hard to practice.
Any way, this little idea has stayed with me the full two months since I read the last page.
And you know, while walking through the kitchen — not my favorite room of the house — I realized, “Hey, I have no joy with this under the counter cabinet in which things go to die.”
It’s a cavernous cabinet space, full of a copper Lazy Susan as big as a tabletop, covered over with all the pots/pans/roasting pans I do not use, nor wish to.
The interesting thing is that if I do require some certain something from that Susan — the last time was Thanksgiving, but memories are lasting until July, I guess — and I get her spinning too quickly, appliances hurtle against each other like bowling pins and fall to the back, the far, far corner which would require a mechanical arm to reach.
Which is fine, really, because how often do I use a roasting pan?
My point is this: things go to that back back corner of doom to rot.
Thus, guess what? The yawning maw of that space equals no joy, for me or for the poor roaster.
With sledge and crowbar in hand, I began liberating the Lost Kitchen Toys.
Well.
One side wall later, I realized the other side wall…and the drawer space…and even the cabinet door…are not needed so much, either.
(Except, upon reflection, the drawer was great for my now homeless kitchen towels, truth will out.)
Turns out, when I demo things, I have an anal desire to keep the construction zone tidy, which means I was never far from the Shop Vac, my third favorite home upkeep tool.
So. Now I have an immaculate work space: a clean, appliance-free, towel liberating area, with which I have less than any clue how to address.
What to do? Throw the dog bed in there, of course.
How many homes have an in-kitchen pooch perch? The hygienic ones, of course. But those silly people actually cook  in their kitchen, thus they are on a different plane than I and my happy pup.
I realize restoring this kitchen space to something workable will require a handyman, and several trips to Pinterest, but since I’m in no hurry, I shall wait for the perfect Genius Idea to leisurely trip across my brain.
Until then, I have thrilled my canine to no end.
Also, I freed myself from six newly-discovered-to-be-joyless-to-me blouses from my own clothes closet, which tells me it’s time to take a shopping trip.
And while I’m out, maybe I”ll peruse the Home Depot shelves, see what ideas they spark.
But mostly, I’ll just clothes shop. So much more joy there.
However, my towels, stuffed in a wicker basket until Whenever the Future Presents a Better Idea, well, they have no joy.
I tell them it’s only temporary. But who am I kidding?

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